Theo sank into the sofa, Sky pressed tightly into his chest. He was silent for a long time, his face pressed to Sky’s hair, his body so still anyone would be forgiven for thinking he was dead. Sky shifted uncomfortably after about 10 minutes; it felt like she was being held in a vice. Theo’s head flew up, and his eyes opened, only it wasn’t Theo looking back at them. Archer was staring at Sky through Theo’s eyes. “Oh hey, Archer… you’ve been just lying on me for a while now, and you’re holding me pretty tight,” Sky told him before gently kissing his nose. The confusion on his face was priceless. Kayla couldn’t help but laugh.
“He’s lost in you, like when we first met you… he forced Theo aside and took over; you’re pretty lucky he hasn’t ripped your pants off to f**k you,” Kayla told Sky.
