Archelaus loved his family really though wasn't exactly cheery when he first woke up especially not in instances that he hadn't woken up on his own accord. Instances like this for example, he liked his sleep and disliked being disturbed from it. Bacchus would succeed in giving him a bit of a guilt trip, his apologetic tones and pleasant words despite how grumpy the silver boy was being. It would calm him slightly though he still wasn't sure this was quite the greatest idea in the world either.
With another sigh Archie would follow behind his brother. "Hold on, I'm coming." He responded, still slightly begrudgingly as his steady steps continued. He'd go but he wasn't going to hurry. It wasn't just the heading to the springs that he wasn't all that eager for to be honest, but the idea of talking as well. Talking was fine, but the fact that he'd been woken up in the middle of the night for a talk left Archie with the impression that this would be a far deeper conversation than the boy was particularly comfortable with.