JC felt safe with Judas, something that might come back to haunt him in a few years, but he fell asleep almost instantly after Judas' breath evened out against his hairline. He always slept the best like this, though Judas didn't often stay over. JC might wonder why that was. It would save Judas money in the long run, though the Twelve would need to put up their apartments in that house soon enough so he didn't push the issue in the morning.

Grabbing an orange and leaving Mary with a smile, JC walked shoulder to shoulder with Judas down to the garage. The bus had already been parked out back and the paint had been primed. Andrew and Matt were outside trying to set up some sort of documentary style footage when they arrived and JC threw his orange peel away before he boarded the bus, tape measure at the ready.

"I think we should just gut it," Andy was saying as JC sat down on the long bench that wrapped the front of the bus. The met frame sagged beneath him and he nodded.

"Good idea. Who feels like releasing some pent up anger with sledge hammers?"