[ yeah, he feels that pin in his chest like he's being nailed down. there's no need to feel as if his back's against a wall, it's jug. they've scraped through downright awful situations.
he knows he can't skirt the truth. ( but what if the truth destroys them? ) archie chokes down the fear, acknowledging that it'll be worse if it comes out some other way. better he hears it from him than someone else. he could play that game, hope nothing ever changes, that cheryl or veronica never show up and ask him how he feels about archie kissing betty, but he'd rather not risk everything.

his daemon trails after them not unlike the real vegas and archie follows after jughead, as dutifully as a dog. he raises his eyebrows at jughead when he gestures for him to sit like they aren't about to have an uncomfortable chat. he notices the touches to the apartment that can't have come from jughead alone but says nothing of it, if only because betty already told him they were staying together.
he crosses the living room to the couch, plops down on it in the same nature he would if they were in fp's trailer. ]

Yeah, sounds good. [ both of them will eat anything, it doesn't matter. he waits for jughead to put in the order and tries not to look too pensive. he's not the gloomy one. once he's returned to archie's side, he turns brown eyes on him, not quite imploring him to let it go but it would be nice. ] Where should I start? If you were with Betty when you got here, how much do you know? What's the last thing you remember?