"That I can't build?" Judas looked very confused for several seconds, trying to put together the conversation moments before as to why JC was asking him that. When the thumb went over his eyelid, he finally reached up and grasped JC's wrist, sucking on the bit of his lip the other had touched to erase the faint tingle left behind, and he peered at the other over the wrist he held loosely in the circle of thumb and index finger.

He got what the other had asked the question on by that point and raised an eyebrow at him. "You're the touchiest person I know," he pointed out, not like it was a bad thing. "What's gotten into you tonight?" He released the wrist, shifting back to pick his upper body up and lean on his elbows. "You've been acting out of it since whatever happened at the bus."