JC wasn't lying. He never lied. He was about to build something great. The voice told him so. He was going to do more than the tour bus, he was going to build up humanity itself. It was a gift. It was what he had been born to do. No one was ever going to understand that until they saw it.
JC kissed his mother goodnight on the forehead after she smiled at her son and her son's best friend and told Judas he was always more than welcome. JC got her some more water and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. He didn't brink, not usually. Sometimes he had some of Judas' drink but mostly he stuck to coffee and water. This beer was kept specifically for his friends and it was nice and cold when he arrived in his room.
He stood in the doorway too long, watching Judas pull off his shirt, scarf already looped over the back of the chair at his desk. He leaned against the threshold, head on moulding his father crafted and installed as his eyes traced over the familiar freckles and scars that covered Judas' skin.
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JC kissed his mother goodnight on the forehead after she smiled at her son and her son's best friend and told Judas he was always more than welcome. JC got her some more water and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. He didn't brink, not usually. Sometimes he had some of Judas' drink but mostly he stuck to coffee and water. This beer was kept specifically for his friends and it was nice and cold when he arrived in his room.
He stood in the doorway too long, watching Judas pull off his shirt, scarf already looped over the back of the chair at his desk. He leaned against the threshold, head on moulding his father crafted and installed as his eyes traced over the familiar freckles and scars that covered Judas' skin.