There's a sigh tickling the back of his throat, begging to be let out but is denied. Archie knows this type, has been married to one a long time ago - smart and independent, strong and beautiful, and so hell-bent on doing everything herself that it can drive a man to distraction.

"Yes. You know you can and I know you can, too, but allow me anyway." Picking up her crutches, he crouches down and extends his free hand. Now is not the time for misplaced pride. Here's a man who has seen all the faces of pain and although Rachel is hiding it quite well, she'd have to get a lot better to hide the small treacherous signs of discomfort from this Spade.

"Please, for my fragile male ego's sake?"