There was a small laugh to Judas' antics before the smile returned and warmed his face. He shut the door and pulled over the rolling chair from the desk to plop down into it. JC didn't immediately undo his boots. He didn't ask for a swig of the beer. He didn't even begin the process of trying to get the amusing amount of bracelets off. He just scooted forward a little more until one shin hit his bedside table so he could lean against it and face Jucas while they spoke.

"Three months." Three months exactly. From now, most things would be done in threes. The voice hadn't outright told him that but sometimes he just had a feeling. "We'll be leaving on March third."

Exact. Precise. JC couldn't know that but the look in his eyes was unmistakeable.

"It's going to be everything we've needed, Judas. We're going to reach the entire country. We'll make a difference. You'll see. It's... Hard. To have faith. But you trust me, right?"