Carefully, he paused next to her - watching and waiting.
His expression was neutral, giving away nothing of the struggle inside Jughead Jones. Good ol' Juggie. Jughead's mind was his best weapon, and yet being around Rose made it go haywire. The last time he experienced this, was when Jughead first realized he was interested in Betty.
Jughead was a weirdo, an outcast, too smart and snarky for his own good. And yet being around Rose was liberating, like he didn't have to hold himself back in any sense with her.
"Deadly and devious," Jughead observed, shaking his head slightly as he followed her into the water.