At least they weren't coming to blows or a shoving match at the moment. That always got a little messy, especially when they were alone. Or mostly alone. JC shook his head sadly at Judas as he stood there, shirt miraculously unwrinkled despite all of the climbing around he'd done in Judas' bed. It was rare that JC didn't look pristine, though. He'd crawled around a bus in the middle of being demolished and still came out clean.

What Judas lacked, JC thought, was insight. There would always be a new cause. There would always be people in need of help. One should t just rush off to every new cause. Joining charities and specific nonprofits had overheads. It was t just about goods or money donations-- JC wasn't getting into that now, even if it directly pertained to the fight at present. Again. Judas was not capable of looking at the big picture.

The voice was loud in his head, but the words were jumbled and confusing and JC had no mind to try to untangle them. Instead, he tried to ignore the sounds, though they made it difficult to function. His head felt like it might explode, especially after he logged back into Kickstarter and removed his donation from under Judas' date pledge.

"There. Done. Have fun hanging out with someone that isn't one of us for a change," he snapped, feeling dizzy. He had to brace himself on the wall as he shoved his phone back into his pocket. "Good luck," he muttered, and went to leave. He'd be slamming the door behind him.