[sub][h3][center]Archie[/center][/h3][/sub][hr][i]"Hey. Are you okay, man?"[/i]

Archie sighed loudly, and whipped his arm around a few more times before finally giving up and letting his arm drop to his side. The noise, while mostly harmless, was [i]embarrassing[/i] and he was trying to wow Natalie and- shit. New person. There was a new person approaching him. Archie's attention shifted to the newcomer, a tad shorter than him but more stocky in build. He seemed friendly, but Archie wasn't exactly operating at 100% capacity right now. The man had taken him somewhat by surprise and he had been so distract with Natalie that words simply [i]fell[/i] out of his mouth. Archie says, more articulate than ever, "I, um, it – uh, you, I, um, er, uh, well… um, yeah?"

He collected himself, and Archie decisively ignored the beeping on his wrist when he extended his hand for this new guy to shake. "Sorry. I uh, I have a condition 'n all so the doctors gave me this. I think they set it to be much more sensitive than it should be." he explained, then introduced himself. "Archie. Anderson."

He felt someone's hand press gently on his bicep and turned to meet Natalie's gaze, and followed her eyes to the forest clearing where he caught a glimpse of Lynn disappearing into the woods- followed shortly by Eli and Amelia. He frowned, but ultimately made no comment. His hand still hurt, and he knew better than to try to help Lynn when she wasn't feeling right. Whatever the issue was, it wasn't his place and if last time was anything to go by she wouldn't want to hear from him anyways. His heart monitor was dying down in volume now. Natalie was explaining how she knew how he felt and honestly? It didn't go unnoticed. It certainly wasn't a collar and it definitely didn't cause pain by any means, but it was embarrassing and Natalie empathizing with him did make it better. 

"But still annoying." he said, giving her a sideways smile and bringing his hand up to take hers, and then allowing it to fall to his side once he had successfully laced his fingers with her own. He bumped her hip with his in a show of playful affection. "Load of good yours did, ay? Did some Bruce Lee shit on me that day."

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In between the shouting and laughter, if one listened [i]real[/i] hard, Eli, Amelia, and Lynn might hear the soft [i]pssh... Shhnnk[/i] of a shovel moving dirt some distance away.