Judas' body gave a little ripple under JC"s fingertips. The instruction came just before a little warning swat against tickling came, so Judas' hand only wave through the air. Satisfied, he let his hand drop but his eyes didn't close with JC touching him. Given JC's near asexual existence until now, and the place Judas had put him in his mind ('untouchable', in that sense), this was confusing him more than anything else. It just didn't cross his mind what those touches could mean. Maybe it didn't even for JC.

"Touchy, tonight," he offered instead, some of that confusion leaking out into his voice but he wouldn't just tell JC to stop. Instead, he took another swig from the bottle, throat working around the cool beer before he shifted his weight to put it on the table beside JC's bed instead of holding it, wiping the moisture off on his pant leg. "I'm not much use trying to build anything, so what do you want from me tomorrow while the others are building and Kickstarter-ing?"