Though she was petite, Isobel's weight leaning against his chest was enough to make Archer adjust to accommodate. He was, after all, barely a living person with functional organs.
When she spoke, he fell still, his heart seemingly stopping to give her total silence in which to speak. Again, he felt that strange buzz in his head when she went on. It made him sad to see her sad. Strange, really.
At her apology, he drew back just enough to look her in the eye. "Don't apologize," he said simply. "When I said that I wanted to help in any way that I could, I meant it. If you would like to talk, then you talk." He was so matter-of-fact that it was almost disturbing, but such plainness had to mean that he was speaking the truth entirely. Which, coincidentally, he was.