( wait until she discovers how easily riled up he is, she'll be walking around with that cat that got the canary smile for the rest of her life. assuming she doesn't get tired of him. thankfully, it's not an intrusive thought he dwells on, what with her thumb on his cheek. he grins at her, nervous but happy, more sheepish than knowing. probably, she's going to torture him. he's disturbingly okay with that conclusion. he leans into the light touch, shaking his head minutely at the fond observation. )

You must always think I'm cute when I'm around you, then.

( he turns towards penny, slowing their progression towards her place. )

Kind of? But they're not casual drive-ups or anything. There are a few restaurants. A pizza place. They're not as infamous as Pop's but our friends won't start picking off of your plate there.

( he's noticed. her hand is still on his cheek and honestly, he's crowding penny. all that safe personal space that was between them? swallowed up by tiny steps, inch by inch, until archie drops her hand to reach for the back of her head. it starts as a sweet pet, a brush of hair, but then he's assuredly using it for the advantage it is — curling his fingers at the nape of her neck while he leans down. she can meet him the other twenty percent of the way or they're just going to hover perpetually, with archie staring at her mouth, pleading quietly. )