There was too much passion for Judas and JC to really stay in a fight for too long, so Peter wouldn't have to worry after awhile. Of course, he probably also wasn't expecting JC to arrive at his door, knocking lightly and asking to be let in.

Once Peter opened up for him, JC settled onto the chair at the desk, looking a little put out. And maybe a little more than just pouty. He frowned for awhile and then tilted his head to the right.

"Do you think you can put me up there? Just one. For whatever you think is fair?" The voice was still pounding his skull and so JC spoke softly, as if he could barely manage more.