[Flatly:] Horatio, you've lived with me lying in my own waste in a prison cell. I don't have any qualms about not being all right in front of you, not after that.

[He remembers Horatio shaving him, holding him with hands so firm but gentle so he couldn't jerk forward and hurt himself on the razor. Treated with dignity when he had none. There couldn't be any shame between them after that, not on Archie's part.]