[ for whatever fucking insane inexplicable reason, odin's dressed in this mood appropriate outfit, which is topped with a very thick, fake blonde moustache. he smiles when he sees archie, already about to scream his name in excitement, but the smile immediately falls when he sees his condition. he takes that moustache off, stashing it in his pocket. now is not the time.

he beelines for the porch, staring at Archie with steadily increasing nervousness. in all the time he's known archie, he hasn't seen him, like... quiet? not like this, at least. he hasn't known him very long, but he'd like to think he knows him well enough to tell when something's wrong. ]

Hey. Hey! Hey. Archie? Are-- hey. Do you want to come inside? I'll make coffee. Do you drink coffee? I have other stuff. Water. Tea. Chocolate milk, 'cause honestly, that's all I drink and the coffee's only in the house to look like an adult, but-- but. Inside. Yeah?