"Stop acting like a child!" Judas growled, seeing a flash of red go through his vision. That was exactly what JC was acting like right now - a spoiled child who wasn't getting his way. Fuck, he was getting his way just not in the exact way he wanted! How could someone like JC, who Judas thought was a brilliant, caring man who had the power to change the lives of everyone he touched, so completely blind to the bigger picture sometimes!?

He didn't even flinch at the slamming door, just glared daggers at it until he was sure JC was away, then threw himself back into bed. It wasn't like he was going to sleep or anything even though he made an attempt at it, instead his mind kept going over the minutes before their fight. Why was JC acting so suddenly jealous? Had he always been jealous but because Judas hadn't bothered with the dating scene he hadn't seen it until now? What right did JC have to act jealous, anyway? He'd offered a lot to JC when things first started that JC hadn't taken, there hadn't been any active talk or signs since... fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He hated this.

He glared into the darkness of his room, a scowl etched onto his features.

Peter sighed, shifting his weight to put his forehead on his knees. Hated when they fought and they could really get into it when they fought. How long until things smoothed over this time?