Good, do that, Apollo considered saying, but no, he wanted this conversation to keep on moving.
Mind if I ask how? No, that would be the wrong tact too. Too much of a chance she'd see it as mocking, trying to get under her skin.
He was supposed to be Archer, after all. A mortal boy a couple of years out of his teens who didn't know why Rosario wanted to know about his dad. For Archer, Rosario— and Rosario's mother's reaction to seeing his face on the screen— were also puzzles piece that didn't fit.
"Uh," he said, his demeanor changing as he ruffled his hand almost awkwardly (but more artfully) through his hair, forehead creased with the puzzle of it. "Can I ask why, though? Why him?"