There was always something to be said about Jesus' hugs. For Judas, they were unique. Something completely different than his parents, something that made him feel far better inside than anything they had ever done to or for him. It had taken some getting used to (JC had born a bruise or two from those initial attempts to hug Judas were he had come up in a panic) but now they weren't just unexpected but welcomed. It let Judas sink his head against the other's shoulder for a few seconds, yes he did smell good, and let go of things even if for just a short period of time before JC stepped back and the world returned.
He ignored the buzz, given he knew the message going out at least vaguely, and grabbed the beat up grey coat he had been carting around with him for a while now. Hearing JC tell him that 'everyone heard the same calling' made his brows furrow slightly, after all he hadn't felt that calling, and shrug. "See you tomorrow." Instead of relaxing tonight and going over the numbers, he was going to go pound some pavement.
By the time they were all supposed to meet the following day, Judas was running late. Catching the bus back to this part of town meant dealing with their schedule, but he did have some good news to bring. Everyone else was relaxing, wide grins and excitement in their eyes, curious about why JC had brought them all together. Peter was spread out on the sand, soaking it in with his eyes closed and looking positively pleased with it, and some of the others had guitars out and were playing off of one another as they waited. It wouldn't be until almost twenty minutes late that Judas would show up, panting a little from a run from the bus stop, but with a sheaf of papers in hand.
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He ignored the buzz, given he knew the message going out at least vaguely, and grabbed the beat up grey coat he had been carting around with him for a while now. Hearing JC tell him that 'everyone heard the same calling' made his brows furrow slightly, after all he hadn't felt that calling, and shrug. "See you tomorrow." Instead of relaxing tonight and going over the numbers, he was going to go pound some pavement.
By the time they were all supposed to meet the following day, Judas was running late. Catching the bus back to this part of town meant dealing with their schedule, but he did have some good news to bring. Everyone else was relaxing, wide grins and excitement in their eyes, curious about why JC had brought them all together. Peter was spread out on the sand, soaking it in with his eyes closed and looking positively pleased with it, and some of the others had guitars out and were playing off of one another as they waited. It wouldn't be until almost twenty minutes late that Judas would show up, panting a little from a run from the bus stop, but with a sheaf of papers in hand.