[ there's a ripple of relief that shoots through him, though it isn't enough to soothe him completely. he wishes that were the end of it, that he had no other secrets to throw at her. he shifts in his seat, straightens his back in the booth because there's one more thing he needs to get off his chest in order to stop feeling guilty. ]

There's something else. [ and ( if possible ) he looks even more uncomfortable about this. ] When we were in that prison world, Jughead and I had to kiss to keep up our cover. [ he holds his hands out, palms up, not as a means of withdrawing from veronica but to show her that he doesn't know what to say about that. he's not hiding anything else. ] If it makes you feel any better, neither one of us enjoyed it. That's it. That's everything, I swear.

I do trust you and I want you to keep on trusting me, which is why I'm telling you all of this. I really hope this city doesn't have anything else up its sleeve.