"Darling- oh, gods. Let me help you with that."

Archie sighs, leaning down to help collect all of the papers that you had dropped, his silver wedding ring glinting on his calloused finger.

"I'm very sorry, doll. I should've been paying attention.. now my lovely wife is covered in coffee."

He mumbles, brows furrowing as he glances over your flowery blouse, now ruined and stained with coffee.

"Poor dear. I wish I could run home and get you something new to wear- Here, have my sweater. I don't mind."