Well, she hadn't screamed, or yelled, or thrown things thus far. That had to have been a good sign, right? Archie was walking determinedly forward until he reached the coffee table, placing the stack down on the flat surface.
"I'm not exactly sure what to make of these past few weeks, Isobel," Archie began, slowly, staring at the coffee table and trying to brace himself to turn around and actually face her. He was trying to think of why she might have avoided him for so--oh, Merlin. What if it was something like she was leaving him for another man! Oh, dear. Oh, no. That was--that was no good, it did no good to think like that.
Oh, but what if she was!
He puffed out his cheeks as inconspicuously as he could manage and steeled himself to turn around, and--and be stern if the occasion called for it. Which--he could do, right? Archie was enough of a man to deal with this sort of thing. Whatever "this sort of thing" happened to be...
At least, he hoped he was.
But when Archie finally did turn to face Izzie, her back was to him, and she appeared to be--was she crying?
"Isobel?" Archie asked, current train of thought flown from his mind as his eyebrows knit together in both astonishment and concern. "Are you--is--everything... all right...?"
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