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"I wanted to put Jean through a wall a few times but other then that... It was decent." He said, sliding into the car. Judas paused though at the mention of Harker.

Well ********.. Did he now?" He asked tentatively. "Don't... Don't mind him too much. He's been through quite a bit and is protective of people he's deemed as family." Judas fumbled with his phone for a moment, suddenly wishing he had a hoodie, so he had somewhere to shove his hands. "What else did he say?"

The brunette turned, opting to stare out the window instead of comment on feelings. "I don't recommend it." He said quietly. "That will be more then even you can handle. His brick wall of a boyfriend wouldn't take well to that. Plus, his twin brother's already beat you to that."

"No. I mean the twin is trying to kill him. And from the stories I've heard, I think there's very little you could do to evoke fear in him." Harker's father had seen to that.

Aaah... Hadn't he gotten himself into a pickle. Showing Lonnie where he worked, now where he lived. He really had ******** up. Maybe he would just ditch the city for a bit. See if the Negaverse would transfer him somewhere else on an assignment.

"Don't let him rent space in your head. I think... I know what he's going on about. I'll talk to him about it later. Don't worry your pretty little head. As for where I live... Just head down this street for about 3 lights, gray house that looks... way to big for one person." Judas sighed. "You can't miss it. My place isn't as nice as yours is. Fair warning."

"Do not get involved with that." Judas suddenly hissed, as if he was burned. "Johnathan is psychotic enough. Harker's ******** lucky to be alive, the fact he has to deal with what he does, and what he already has is.." Judas scrubbed at his face, sighing. "Just.... Just ignore him."

God he should have grabbed his spare hoodie before leaving work.

"If you feel like rearranging the place. Be my guest. I'll tell you what room to stay out of though." When Lonnie took his hand, Judas about jumped out of his skin. "Sorry. Just thinking about his brother pisses me off." He muttered. A partial lie, but not the whole truth either. Judas snorted. "Won't let the one with money rent space, but you entertain the street rat." Judas didn't understand it. He appreciated it, but didn't understand it. Not that it should matter anyway. As Lonnie said, there are no feelings, nor would there be.

Judas hummed, choosing to not comment further on himself. "This is it yeah." He glanced at the house, fishing out his keys.

"He's just being... protective. I guess. Harker doesn't like seeing people get hurt. He's seen enough of it. I don't know what to tell you without getting into it." And he didn't want to get into it. Any of it. He hummed again, glancing at their hands for a moment before nodding his head at the house. "Come on. Maybe we can find the rest of that show we were watching and piece something acceptable together for dinner."

Maybe this would be enough to start the divide.

"You say that, but I guarentee you it can't be worse then mine. Short of some things, my room mates did it." But now, it was just him.

Judas was not ready for a lot of things, not just Lonnie's cooking.

"Let's see what I have first, as you said it might just be better to order out." Judas tried to rack his brain to remember what he had. "You're... not the biggest fan of foods with meat right?" He asked tentatively. Judas hadn't seen him eatting anything with meat but.. Just cause he didn't see it, didn't mean it wasn't a thing. The shorter man shrugged. "...Maybe pasta?" He muttered, mostly to himself as he unlocked the door with another sigh.

"Sorry it's not the most... glamourous of things." Judas grimaced. He tossed his keys on the little table by the door. "You're free to wander about. Just...There's a bedroom door that's closed, all I ask is you keep it closed."

"Sorry if that was a bit weird. I've been told I can notice the strangest things at times." Perhaps he should have kept his mouth shut.

Judas grinned slightly. "I don't mind garlic, I'm no vampire." Whether that bode well for Lonnie, was yet to be determined. "Your favorite person in the world however, does not like it. No, that is not an open invitation to harass him with it." He inserted quickly. "We can do pasta though, seriously though. I'm a bad cook, you might be on your own."

Judas hummed, staring at Lonnie for a moment. "Stressed, no. I don't mind the bookshop. I usually just people watch. However..." Relaxing sounded good. He had a bit to think about. Giving up, he climbed onto the couch, curling up with Lonnie. A quiet, happy noise escaping him.

He'd worry about things later.