[ He gets home before her. He was a lot closer and he walks a lot faster when properly motivated. Specifically that he was indeed turning into a Popsicle out there. He puts Cheryl's milkshake on the kitchen counter and the bag there as well. Archie's in the process of ditching his jacket when he gets her text. Fishing out his phone to read it. He drops his jacket on the back of a chair at the table and goes to the front door.
Archie pushes his phone into his back pocket and opens the front door. It's cold out there, but he's bounding out. Hairs on his arms sticking up and a smile on his face. Once she gets her bag out Archie does indeed try to take it from her. To carry it inside for her of course. Archie fucking Andrews has some manners. ]
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Archie pushes his phone into his back pocket and opens the front door. It's cold out there, but he's bounding out. Hairs on his arms sticking up and a smile on his face. Once she gets her bag out Archie does indeed try to take it from her. To carry it inside for her of course. Archie fucking Andrews has some manners. ]