The kisses on his jaw had Archer lifting his head a little so he could revel in those touches. Talking ruined the moment though and Chase had to go and correct him about babying Chase. But then Chase sealed his doom. He just nodded, a grin on his face. "Right." He was agreeing with the impossible comment. Chase had dug his grave on that one and Archer would use that at some point. Rest assured!
Fingers finally eased a little and then Archer's hand dragged over Chase's shoulder to come to rest on Chase's chest. He felt the rise and fall and then the rumble of Chase's voice as he related about the agency and how Antmann had gotten away. There was a distinct sense of loss that the mad doctor had survived. He wasn't sure about what two agents had survived and he didn't press Chase on that point.
"Just do me a favor, man. Don't run off by yourself again." He knew he couldn't keep Chase from doing it though. It was something in Chase's DNA. He had to do what he had to do. He didn't figure he could get Chase to make that sort of promise. His head tipped back and instead of letting Chase speak, it was Archer's turn to shut him up. His hand moved back to curl around the back of his neck. Archer claimed Chase's mouth and just poured it all into that moment; still tinged with desperation but not nearly as much. This was more need; just reaffirming that Chase was alive and there and he wasn't going anywhere too soon.