He knelt beside the bed, not looking at Horatio. He kept his eyes locked on Archie's face. He gently placed a hand on his shoulder, careful to keep his touch light and non-threatening. "Archie," he whispered, his voice hoarse. He lifted his hand from his shoulder to lightly brush his cheek. He leaned closer to murmur beside his ear. "It can be good again. It will. I promise you."