"What?"

Horatio's gaze focused again, having wandered off just slightly to the side as he picked through memories and nightmares of his own, trying to find something to say to Archie. Something that didn't sound forced and hollow and utterly lacking.

The question jars him, and soon he shakes his head, pressing his palm over Archie's hand rather than just the tips of those fingers.

"Nothing, Archie. Nothing."