[ she laughs, but it’s the kind of laugh that sounds like he’s knocked the wind out of her. her hands are back in her lap, eyes wide as she watches him because.. what?
We spent all night putting up posters that Jughead made to try and get people in Primus to revolt against the system, change sides, help get Servus out of the arena. Someone caught us in an alley. I had a backpack full of posters, cans of adhesive, tape. I don't even know what kind of equipment Jug had on his person, but if they caught us, reported us, we were done. So, yeah. We had to.
[ that's really the entire story. he supposes they could have tried to run and honestly, that'd been his first instinct. to flee the scene of the crime. but what if they hadn't been a passerby? what if they called the entire militia or police force down on top of them? it wasn't like riverdale! a one sheriff town with slow-moving police work where teenagers somehow played better detectives. ]
Other than that, we slept in separate rooms. It wasn't like that. I'm just-- I'm glad it's over.
[ well, she doesn't doubt his words. he sounds too sincere to really question it. it's just- timing. what she's feeling is not quite whiplash, but it sure is something. her brows are still lifted and her expression is still a little bewildered, but it's not- negative? she doesn't look pissed. so there's that. ]
I'm glad it's over, too. And I'm glad you're both okay. I- [ she sighs again, shakes her head with a smile that's accompanied by a scrunched nose because this is all so weird. ] I'm still not mad. Shocked, but not mad. Why am I not mad? [ it's not a real question, but she squints her eyes at him anyway, accusatory and a little silly ] You've made me soft, Archie Andrews. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to forgive you for that.
[ the snarky commentary doesn't meet her expression quite as much as it might normally, no smarm to her smile, but she's trying. she doesn't want this to sit heavy between them. so she's reaching for his hand again, with both of hers, holding onto it as she just watches him for a moment ]
Is there anything else you want to get off of your chest while I'm still processing? I mean that sincerely- now is definitely the time.
[ there are things about that planet that are going to stick with him for the rest of his life, perhaps not directly on the forefront of his mind, but haunting his nightmares. at least the arena had gone down, people were freed from that madness, and they're as close to back to normal as they can be until they're finished here. if they finish here.
his brows are pinched. somehow, she's smiling. it's not perfect. this whole ordeal is a huge mess that archie's trying to neatly sweep up. he doesn't find anything particularly funny about their conversation, yet he laughs because there's too much nervous energy not to release it in some manner. the sound isn't joyous, it's tense. not because he's waiting for her to yell psych! and shout at him, but because this all feels as though it's happening to someone else. not him. not them. ]
Probably because it's completely ridiculous. [ those actions belong to him and he still can't believe it. ] No matter what side of the table you're seated at, it sounds crazy. [ but she's reaching for his hands and he won't turn away her forgiveness. he wants it too much. more than anything, he's confessing to her because he wants them to get back to good and stay there. ] That's everything, Ronnie. I swear.
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[ she laughs, but it’s the kind of laugh that sounds like he’s knocked the wind out of her. her hands are back in her lap, eyes wide as she watches him because.. what?
what? ]
You had to kiss?
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[ that's really the entire story. he supposes they could have tried to run and honestly, that'd been his first instinct. to flee the scene of the crime. but what if they hadn't been a passerby? what if they called the entire militia or police force down on top of them? it wasn't like riverdale! a one sheriff town with slow-moving police work where teenagers somehow played better detectives. ]
Other than that, we slept in separate rooms. It wasn't like that. I'm just-- I'm glad it's over.
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I'm glad it's over, too. And I'm glad you're both okay. I- [ she sighs again, shakes her head with a smile that's accompanied by a scrunched nose because this is all so weird. ] I'm still not mad. Shocked, but not mad. Why am I not mad? [ it's not a real question, but she squints her eyes at him anyway, accusatory and a little silly ] You've made me soft, Archie Andrews. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to forgive you for that.
[ the snarky commentary doesn't meet her expression quite as much as it might normally, no smarm to her smile, but she's trying. she doesn't want this to sit heavy between them. so she's reaching for his hand again, with both of hers, holding onto it as she just watches him for a moment ]
Is there anything else you want to get off of your chest while I'm still processing? I mean that sincerely- now is definitely the time.
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his brows are pinched. somehow, she's smiling. it's not perfect. this whole ordeal is a huge mess that archie's trying to neatly sweep up. he doesn't find anything particularly funny about their conversation, yet he laughs because there's too much nervous energy not to release it in some manner. the sound isn't joyous, it's tense. not because he's waiting for her to yell psych! and shout at him, but because this all feels as though it's happening to someone else. not him. not them. ]
Probably because it's completely ridiculous. [ those actions belong to him and he still can't believe it. ] No matter what side of the table you're seated at, it sounds crazy. [ but she's reaching for his hands and he won't turn away her forgiveness. he wants it too much. more than anything, he's confessing to her because he wants them to get back to good and stay there. ] That's everything, Ronnie. I swear.