And this was the worst part. That kicked puppy expression, even when JC was wrong (and in his opinion, this time, JC was wrong), always made him feel miserable. Judas sighed, shoving a few dreads back behind his ear which promptly fell forward again, and waved a hand. "You were, and we're going to talk about it, okay?" Fuck did he hate talking about stuff like this, though.

He gestured for JC to go back into his room so they could shut the door and have a little privacy, shutting the door behind him and leaning with his back against it, arms crossed. "If you want forgiveness about this, I wanna know what's going on. You come out of no where with this sudden jealousy, something we've never spoken about before, acting like you own me. Why? Where's this coming from?" He tried, thinking about Simon's words, to keep his voice gentle. Not accusing just damn it JC, talk to him.