By the time they reached the car, Archer was heaving and wheezing with the effort it took to drag over one hundred pounds of dead weight along a city block. Luckily, they hadn't encountered any pedestrians, so their late tryst wasn't met with skepticism. But it didn't change the fact that simply getting to the car was a marathon in its own right for the spindly scientist.
When Cole told him that he could put the body in the trunk, Archer almost collapsed. He had to lift the dead weight? But he couldn't admit weakness. Oh no. Despite the fact that his face was flushed and sweat was already beading on his temples, he merely nodded. "Alright," he said, hooking both arms around the body's waist and heaving upwards.
It was a slow process that required a lot of grunting, leaning against the car, and adjustment. But finally, after what felt like an eternity, he managed to get the curled-up body inside of Cole's trunk. With a final gasp, Archer closed the trunk, looking to his partner in not-a-real-crime-if-you-close-your-eyes. "Alright," he wheezed. "Let's go." With that, he slid into the passenger seat quietly, buckling his seat belt and preparing for the drive to the graveyard.