There was a far away, almost glassy look to JC’s eyes even as Judas came to pull him away from the cheering. Sure, Jesus was smiling, somewhat, like he was just starting to come down off of a high and had no idea where he was or why everyone was celebrating. It was a look Judas, of all people, knew well.
“What?” He snaked his arm around his friend’s ironically unironic t-shirted waist and blinked a little more clarity into his gaze. “Nothing. I mean, the system had a little extra…gunk in it. I guess.” He wasn’t about to tell Judas that a voice told him to touch the hood. Or had told him to get a bus in the first place.
It was a provider. It did not want the lime light.
“Hopefully it will get everyone to the garage, right? I’m going to head back to dad’s workshop and get some tools too. Are you all right?” Yeah, he could read the look on Judas’ face. Skepticism was his middle name.
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“What?” He snaked his arm around his friend’s ironically unironic t-shirted waist and blinked a little more clarity into his gaze. “Nothing. I mean, the system had a little extra…gunk in it. I guess.” He wasn’t about to tell Judas that a voice told him to touch the hood. Or had told him to get a bus in the first place.
It was a provider. It did not want the lime light.
“Hopefully it will get everyone to the garage, right? I’m going to head back to dad’s workshop and get some tools too. Are you all right?” Yeah, he could read the look on Judas’ face. Skepticism was his middle name.