The angry phase was always better than the sad phase, though JC had the worst habit of looking entirely too lovely when he was upset. The voice had stopped tormenting him the moment that the knock came and tears of exquisite relief slid down his cheeks as he stood up and pulled on the handle of the door.

His body sagged just a little as he gazed up at Judas, eyebrow knitting together. "I'm sorry." He never minded apologising when he had been at least partially in the wrong. Fighting with Judas wasn't fun in the slightest. He let his head now, hands clasping each other against his chest. "You were right. I was acting with jealousy. I-- I will do better." He knew his win, however small, needed to be attoned for. It would take more than forgiveness to wash him clean.