WTFIW

It's a little weird dipping back into Riverdale, but I rediscovered how much fun it is writing this fic. I also wanted to see how the mood board turned out.

chapter ten: speak no evil IV

“Oh, my goodness, go back to the dorms, Jug,” Betty urges, patting his cheek. “You’re dead on your feet.”

“I couldn’t if I tried,” he admits, yawning into her palm. He doesn’t say he is too afraid to try. The card is burning a hole through his chest pocket. He isn’t sure how much time he has to complete the quest, what happens if he fails.

Betty sighs but doesn’t push him further. Giving him a break from transcribing, she takes a seat at the drafting table and begins working on the layout, aligning her article on the front page.

He appreciates this about Betty. She communicates that she cares through words, subtle actions, but she doesn’t pressure him with it. Toni would pick up his shit and toss it out the door to get him to leave and take care of himself. It was abrasively kind, but Jughead prefers Betty’s method.

“How about an exchange to keep me awake?” he suggests, throwing his feet up on the desk with his notepad in his lap.

“Of?” she prompts, her gaze focused on the layout.

“Information.”

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