[sub][h3][center]Archie[/center][/h3][/sub][hr]Lynn was adorable when she stammered. Archie was not a man that was terribly in tune with human nature, but he could tell when someone was embarrassed. Or was it flustered? She seemed mostly positive, so Archie settled for that. Flustered. That meant that she most likely was [i]not[/i] going to kill him.

She didn't move to take the flowers, she seemed more stunned that he had brought them than anything else. While she was busy talking her way into a coherent sentence, Archie  walked to her room's sink to get a coffee mug and fill it with water. He placed it down by the windowsill, and deposited the flowers gently into the mug. He took a moment to adjust a few of them to ensure they would receive their sunlight, and turned back to Lynn just as she asked him about busting her out- immediately following up with whether or not he watched Maury.

He hummed, taking the seat near the foot on her bed- his hand coming up to stroke his chin in pensive thought. "I used to hear some of the people around the island watch something about 'You are not the father!', but I never watched it myself." he explained. He looked up at the TV wistfully. "Never had a TV. Or a computer. Or a phone up until a few weeks ago. Never had the money." he said, pulling his phone out of his pocket as if to prove that he did in fact have a mobile device. "Awful bad at typing, though. Winky said I have fat fingers."

He shrugged and put the phone back into his pocket. He was certainly raised poor. And illegally. It had never really [i]bothered[/i] him because he had been a pretty happy kid for the most part- distracting himself on the water or working on boats so he didn't have to spend too much time considering what had happened with his mother and father. Not that he ever had the spare change to go to therapy anyway. That was just how it was- sunshine and sea salt. Some kids were significantly more well off than him, but it just never really clicked with him that wealth mattered.

His eyes moved to the flowers he had brought and he remembered [i]why[/i] he had come in the first place. He swallowed and scooted a little closer. Remember what the old lady had said! He channeled his courage and her kind advice and reached forward, resting his hand on top of Lynn's. It was his turn to stumble through words.

"Listen, I uh-" Archie began awkwardly. "I'm sorry for what happened." he said simply. "I have some issues I'm here to deal with and stuff and-" Archie fumbled with his words more, becoming somewhat flustered himself. "The last thing I remember is what the tread of that boot looked like. I was shown the footage and you were immediately trying to help me." Archie looked down at his unoccupied hand, trying his best to not meet her gaze. "Thank you. For trying to help me, I mean." he steeled himself and met her eyes. "I'm sorry for hurting you. I'd never hurt anyone if I could help it. I- I wont ever hurt you again."

He let the words linger for a moment longer and looked away again. He did not move his hand. "You mentioned getting out for a bit, right? I, uh, probably cant get you out for long or anything but if I'm withyoutheymightnot-" he stopped and took a deep breath, having forgotten to breathe throughout his stammering. He composed himself. "What I'm trying to say is- do you wanna go for a walk? The river's nice this time of night."
[hr][@He Who Walks Behind]