[it honestly takes him an embarrassingly long time to work out she's doing that for him and not just... leaving stuff around. for someone who acts like the universe is centered on him, archer is also surprisingly prone to forgetting that other people, you know, do things. when he finally realises, though the constant haze of alcohol, what she's doing, it kind of... softens his metaphorically blackened heart a little.

he's a little nicer after that. still not quite reaching normal human levels, but for archer? it's nice. case in point: he's humouring her instead of telling her to fuck off and learn how to drive herself.]

Pssh. Probably equally as dangerous, weirdo. [he saunters past her, twirling the keys around his finger. he is definitely a little drunk right now, and will likely be a little drunk if he ever properly teaches her. he is not a good influence.] ...You can come with me, if you want. I was gonna go to the store. I think people are starting to wonder why we don't go out together more, anyway.