[ Reggie narrows his eyes but doesn't respond immediately, mostly because he doesn't have an argument at the ready-- Jughead may not be privy to all the finer details of where and how and with whom Reggie spends his time outside the "home," but the general idea is pretty much spot-on. Reggie doesn't like staying here alone with Jughead, whereas crashing on the couch or in the bed of someone who's company he can stand?

Well, it's a no-brainer, honestly. ]

"Home," then. Whatever. [ Complete with air-quotes. ] The point is, I have the right to come and go here as I please. And I wasn't about to get my ass stranded in some snowbank just so I could try to crash with one of my frat bros instead when this place is like, way closer.

[ He doesn't appreciate the implication that any of his bros and/or so-called paramours would leave him hanging, but it obviously feels pointless to argue with Jughead of all people. Reggie doubts he could understand the nuances of loyalty that come with such friendships-with-benefits... and also, maybe he should be taking some offense to that? He can't actually tell. ]

That isn't all I do when I'm not here.