Funny how Judas would have said the same thing - that JC was often blind to things right in front of his face. How JC didn't see the bigger picture and ended up with blinders on. But right now, he just was happy to see that familiar face, even leaned just a touch into JC's fingers before he sat down at the table, shifting to try and get comfortable.

"You can seriously smell that?" Judas raised an eyebrow before chuckling a little. "It's that stuff from the motel we stayed at a few months back." Oh yeah, he horded that sort of stuff. He propped up an elbow on the table, feeling his back complain slightly about the workout today.

"You always smell like that stuff your mother buys. That fancy homemade stuff." Someone nearby made it and Mary ended up bringing loads of it home, but it was... just a bit too girly for him.