[Judas draws a breath in, short and sharp, as he catches Dorian's reaction. An innocent, meaningless comment, he didn't think about it - he has to apologise. Right away--
But before he can open his mouth to offer those apologies, Dorian's kissed him. And that certainly puts a stop to it. About the last thing he was expecting, it's all he can do to snatch up the tipping bowl of ful in one arm. The meat slips through his fingers and lands scattered on the grass, and lentils fly. At least in his desperation, Judas catches the wine bottle between his shins.]
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But before he can open his mouth to offer those apologies, Dorian's kissed him. And that certainly puts a stop to it. About the last thing he was expecting, it's all he can do to snatch up the tipping bowl of ful in one arm. The meat slips through his fingers and lands scattered on the grass, and lentils fly. At least in his desperation, Judas catches the wine bottle between his shins.]