[ Odin opens his mouth, very clearly ready to argue his point about just how stupid he is, but he falters and gives up, just spending the time listening, instead. He keeps brushing, keeping his hand steady, thinking, again, of the weapon maintenance he would calm himself down with at home. ]

... I don't know. I've always wondered why he likes me. He's - I've given him some pretty harsh shit, before, about some things he did back home. I think on some level I've always known it would reach a point where he'd just get mad at me and leave, and I'm, like - maybe this is... it.

[ He breathes out. Shrugs. Lets this go, for a while. ]

Ugh, anyway. It'll be fine. It's fine. Archie's not even the worst part of my life right now.