"What-" Damn it, why did JC keep putting words in his mouth? Why was he doing this before dawn? Judas scrubbed his face with a hand before he reached down and snagged JC's chin, trying to tilt those liquid eyes up to him. "Stop that. What's gotten into you?" This didn't sound like the Jesus he knew, which told him more than anything that something was up.

"Didn't I just say I'd have taken you out somewhere if you wanted to go? Without having to bother with the Kickstarter?" he pointed out, raising a brow down at JC before he let go of his chin. "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it." They both knew he wasn't that kind, but JC was acting weird compared to normal. In fact the last few days had been like that, but he chalked it up to change, a lot of it, happening.