Archie's here. Archie's warm and solid and real in his arms. Archie isn't going anywhere. Archie knows Horatio loves him. Archie's heard it a million times by now, sober and certain and not remotely hidden from the world.

This isn't then.

He still can't let go of his boyfriend. He still can't help but press his temple more firmly against Archie's, close and protective.

"Just-- this week."

They just need to make it through the longest Archie had lived, last time. They just need to get to where Horatio can breathe again.