I'm so glad you agree. [Dorian pours more wine for himself, then for Judas, and then finishes off the ful.] Now, we have set for ourselves an evening at the cinema, but you must tell me if there is anything else you would care to do.
[Closing his eyes, Judas lowers his voice. It's another case of walking the line of what cannot be said.] Left entirely up to me, I'd stay out here with you for ages.
[Dorian feels it, understands it without letting it become words, extends his hand to Judas's hair to twist a strand between his fingers. The gap must be preserved, crossed only with touches that cannot speak in concrete terms.]
I don't think so, you know how I spent several years living, and with who. ...Plus if you can't drive me crazy on a regular day, then... [He offers a small grin.]
[He lets the lock of hair untwist so he can sink his fingers in, brush through Judas's hair, as if that touch can make up for the other distance he is keeping between them.] You would have to look after everything. I don't have wilderness survival skills.
I know. [He smiles, just a little, and if anything, it's a bit sad. But he shakes his head.] Although I hear there's going to be a fire or something there? Maybe another city would be better.
Don't worry. [With a hand on Judas's face, he thinks he might change its mood.] If I did turn into salt, it would be but a momentary event. You could sell off whatever salt was left and buy another field.
[So good that their terrible sense of humour can be relied on.] What, you're going to kill yourself right after I turn myself to salt even though I come back? That's a little unfaithful, wouldn't you say?
[Judas raises an eyebrow, that smirk threatening to return.] Are you trying to compete with Jesus now? Well, I guess that is more the Devil's territory.
I'm merely pointing out that my resurrections are more convenient. You'll also note that I haven't retained holes in my hands or a big gaping wound in my side. I heal completely.
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My dear Judah. I would drive you quite mad.
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[A little fib, but that doesn't matter.]
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