"Unfortunately in Storybrooke nowadays, at lot happens in a short amount of time," Archie admitted.

He nodded. "Yeah. I mean, you were my patient but you thought of me as your friend."

He remembered how his Henry had flung himself at him to hug him when he'd seemingly returned to life. That and both of them admitting how much they'd missed each other after his Henry had gotten his memory back.

If it didn't potentially breach doctor-patient rules, Archie would've been tempted to think of Henry as, in essence, his third son.