...What the hell? Judas blinked as JC walked out of the room, leaving him laying on the bed and looking very confused about the situation. He groaned and rubbed his face with his hand several times briskly, then decided for now to just deal with it. Instead, when JC returned, Judas was tucked up into bed, giving JC enough room to get in there with him.

Then he wrapped an arm around his friend and pressed his face against that boney olive shoulder. He rumbled quietly under his breath something, then just made himself comfortable beside JC. They always fit well together. "...look, JC..." he started, but then couldn't find his words. Fuck, he was bad at this kind of something. It felt like something was up but he wasn't sure what and that was a feeling he hated to his core. He was supposed to be on top of things the same way he was with their budget, so feeling like there was something he was missing was like coming up short no matter how many times he went over the money.