"Please, Archie. Your father and I spoke of it more than once." She made sure to keep her voice down, however. The people here didn't need to know about Archie's complications any more than they needed to know what it was that kept Liv from aging.
She flexed her fingers against the bartop. She didn't think he'd move to violence if she talked about this in public, but just in case - she always carried something she could cut herself with if it came to that.
"You must understand, I'm merely ... concerned." And curious, devestatingly curious.