Word Count 100
Spoilers Archie reads poetry
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The coach rocked on toward Kent. The sun had passed apogee – they had had an hour of shadow then, when the tension in Horatio's eyelids relaxed. Now it came from the other side, and he cradled Horatio's head to shield it from the light.
Archie muttered something.
“Nothing H'ratio. Go back to sleep.”
“Am I a fool?”
“No, course not.”
“You said I was a busy old fool...”
Horatio, bellicose, with exhaustion, twined his hands in Archie's waistcoat.
“You are none of those things. It wasn't you. Sleep.”
“ Oh. All right.”