[ It is strange to see her without the lipstick. It's always just been Cheryl. But Archie blinks away any confusion and instead holds her bag tight. He leads the way into the house. The question posed as they hit the threshold. He doesn't answer just yet. Instead he continues to walk until he puts her bag by the stairs. Finally he turns to her and thinks. It's a complicated question. Though not really. Maybe Archie just thinks it is. Because he's not technically alone. As proven by Vegas who peers around the sofa at the visitor. ]

My mom was here for a few weeks, but there wasn't a whole lot either of us could do. Plus she kept hovering. Like everywhere so I told her to go back to Chicago. She offered to let me come with, but I figured I was of better use here.

[ Especially if his dad woke up. Or if Betty needed him. Or if Veronica needed him. Or Jughead. Or FP. Or even Cheryl. He wasn't going to turn around and run. ]

But after she left it's just been me and Vegas. So, ya know not technically alone.