Peter would not be alone at the bus station, not with JC sitting on the back bench, watching him fiddle with his phone, before he cleared his throat. "Are you leaving us, Peter?" The voice had sent him out here, woken him from a dead sleep, and there was still a bit of sleep in his eyes and his voice as he watched Peter turn like he'd been shot. JC gestured at the seat beside him, not sure what had happened exactly to fracture the Twelve apart.

How could he be on the verge of losing one of his group already? Perhaps this Kickstarter had been a terrible idea. The jealousy it was unleashing seemed in poor taste to his message. Thad had been acting strange all night and kept bringing it up. James, who hadn't gotten a single pledge yet, was feeling sad. He'd even reacted to Judas. And Peter--

He only had a small idea about that and it felt wrong in his gut.

"Sit with me," he commented softly. "And talk with me. I just want to understand."