At the question, Archer nodded. "Yes." He paused. "I don't know." He sighed, smoothing his hands over his hair. "I shouldn't anymore..." Shaking his head, he slumped back in his chair. "I suppose I have no objective reason to be upset." He seemed to drift slightly, settling into a slight detachment. "Approximately a month ago..." He paused. "Yes, that's right. There was an event at Bellum similar to this, though nowhere near as traumatizing. After, I went to her apartment to ensure that she was alright. This was after we had spoken for some time. She was safe, and invited me in, and..." He paused, unsure of how to continue. "She asked me to do two things. The first was to stay the night. The second was to kiss her. Just before that, she had...kissed me, so..." He trailed off, shaking his head.
"Nothing...sexual occurred, but...she had said that she liked me a great deal. And. We continued correspondence. There was an incident with a young man who supposedly committed a murder, she was...close...with him." His expression tightened for a moment. "So she was upset. I spoke with her. I even...went up to her apartment and held her. We said very little, but..." He sighed.
"Then I saw her in Chicago. Barely an hour before returning to the building. She was with another man, but...I had consumed nearly two glasses of wine and wasn't think very accurately." Stroking his chin, he sighed. "The other man became distracted and Isobel and I..." He gestured to his mouth again, feeling terribly awkward. "Then I suppose he saw, and was...angry. He said that...he and Isobel had had sex recently. And so, if you examine the timeline...she was doing these things with both of us, concurrently."
He sighed, dragging a hand over his face. "Perhaps I'm upset over nothing, but..." He couldn't even finish the statement.