It really was that simple, at least to Barnaby. It was Jude who wanted to make things complicated by talking about death and immortality. Was it not better to enjoy the now while it happened than worry yourself to death over the future?

The redhead's expression turned instantly to a scowl, especially when he was grabbed in a headlock. No amount of squirming or flailing could get him loose, but by the time he was out of it he didn't feel quite so miffed about the comment regarding his sexuality. Nevertheless, he tried his best to keep the scowl on his face as he tried to fix what remained of his neatly done spikes.

"Oh shut up! I was trying to be sensitive to your emotional needs, which I don't have by the way." Being straight and all. "Maybe next time I'll just box your ears." Of course, as soon as the words left his mouth he was grinning again, glad to be on happier topics than secret identities and death. Jude may have thought him slow, and perhaps he was, but if there was one thing that Barnaby Price could do it was move the serious business along by keeping it simple. Wasn't there a saying or something about that?

Thankfully, any physical roughhousing ceased when they brought the cat down in her bed and set her up near the heater. Barnaby made certain to set up a little barrier around her before Minnie could get too close, but it was only a matter of time before the two became maybe a little more intimately introduced. Only once the cat was settled did Jude manage to weasel his way out and back to the truck. Perhaps later he would find the little container of homemade sandwiches that that Evelyn had left for him on the passenger seat.

Jude really was too skinny for his age, after all.