When JC just suddenly stopped, Judas, now a few steps ahead, stopped, too, and looked back with confusion. He raised a questioning eyebrow and then- the second eyebrow joined the first at that but Judas shrugged. "Sure." Why not? JC had spent plenty of nights at his place and visa versa, so he didn't even think that much about it. "Can't promise it isn't a mess, though."

Still, what was with that look on JC's face? Judas hesitated in his step, but he trusted his friend more than even himself, so he turned and started in the direction of his place.

It was a studio so small it couldn't even be shared, but it was almost nothing to rent and he was fine with a single room. It was a disaster currently, clothes everywhere but it wasn't the reeking kind of mess that some bachelors ended up with. He looked around, but there wasn't much he could say to it. "Make yourself comfortable?"