What do you mean? [A flicker of a smile, though it's sad, thoughtful.]

I used to see people as useful. I measured them in terms of what they could do for me if I pushed them this way or that way. If they stopped being useful, I got rid of them.

You aren't my friend because you're useful, though God knows you've had my back. Without me prompting. Without me even asking. You struggling doesn't erase all the other times we've had, Archer. It doesn't change anything here [gesturing between the two of them.]