[ As much as he doesn't like his home being broken into, there's something about this guy that feels really familiar. That sort of overprotective, dumb-as-shit behaviour gives him a tingle of Serpents. You do shit to protect the people you care about and the fact that Tate hasn't even mentioned this dude is really the only thing to really ring any alarm bells right now. He doesn't seem too dangerous, even with the way he puffs himself up. Reggie does that too, when he feels threatened. It's nothing new. Typical Bulldog.

Jughead shifts in the doorway, softens a fraction. ]

Tate and I... we share this place because we're both working low pay shit jobs and have no interest in registering or government housing. It worked out. That's all.

[ It's not all, but Jug has a feeling that having a heart to heart about how he clicks with Tate better than he has with possibly anyone in his entire life is not something he wants to do. Not with this guy. Not with anyone, honestly. ]

I'll keep an eye out. Just don't break in again? Give me a call like a normal person.