It was always confusing, no matter how hard he tried to understand it, so at some point in their history confusion had just become the norm for what he felt about JC. He had most certainly tried when they were first friends to get JC into his bed. Why not? JC was a damn pretty looking man and there was something fascinating to him about that certain innocence in his friend. Yet JC had not quite 'rebuked' him but had simply... been who he had been. That was who JC was and eventually, Judas had accepted it even if confused. Even more eventually, it had just become the normal until it was out of his mind.

So it wasn't awkward to do this. To curl up around the other and cuddle JC like his friend was a stuffed animal or a pillow. It would have been not even an idea in his head for anyone else but there had been nothing sexual about it with JC. So here it was. He could nose against the brown hair and sigh, keeping JC tucked up against his broader chest and leaving him the little spoon. If he got a little strange during the night, he could roll over, go take a shower, and be fine. There hadn't been anyone else, and sometimes, he thought about that. Why hadn't he gone and found a boyfriend, or had some fun somewhere else? Go hit up a club -- okay he winced at the idea of spending that kind of money. Sigh.