JC leaned against Judas, more than happy for the closeness as usual. "You can always come with me. I might even insist on it." Where would he be without judas? Most of the men here were from the local liberal arts college, big thinkers but not really big doers. Simon was different. And Bart. And Judas most of all. The three were his favoured, along with Peter, but he loved Peter for a different, perhaps less wholesome reason.

He'd saved the three others in ways he would never save the rest. Bart had been on the verge of suicide, stuck in a dead end job, whose wife had left him with their infant son for another. Simon had been part of what he called a Male Review, but he had really been a scene stripper and prostitute with an alcohol problem. And judas--

His Judas he had found on the street. The voice hadn't led him there, his feet had, but finding Judas had been the best day of JC's life. It might still be.

He was the true definition of soul mate.

JC set his head on Judas's shoulder and sloppily slumped against him as they rounded the corner.

"Mum's gonna be mad," he said quietly. "She won't want me to go."