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[thirtybits]

"This is Judah's voicemail, no need to leave your number, I'll reply as soon as I can."



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You must already know I'm a fan of the modern age! It's better in every way. Plenty of the same flaws, but plenty are also fixed, or otherwise made better. I definitely prefer it!

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I do know. [With one final effort to scramble up onto a branch, Dorian makes it up beside Judas. He settles down beside Judas.] And yet. [He slips his fingers between the folds of Judas's robes. Gently, he tugs on the fabric.]

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What, my clothes? We always wear these in the house and in Heaven. And they're better for doing things outside. I like suits, though. And obviously I wouldn't walk around like this in the city.

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I know that. [But he doesn't explain. He just pulls on yellow fabric, half-pulling it around himself.]

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Then, your point...?

[He smiles a little, pulling it from his belt to drape half over Dorian's shoulder.]

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Not important.

[He tugs the far end around himself, tangling his fingers in the warmth of the fabric. He leans his head against Judas's shoulder, which requires some slumping, and closes his eyes.]

I disagree with Matthew 26:24. Happy birthday, traitor.

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[He startles. Not because of the head on his shoulder, that is actually pretty nice.] ...I don't know about that. If not that, I should have at least died earlier. But...thanks. [He leans his head back against Dorian's.]

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Agree to disagree. [With his free hand, he finds Judas's and holds it close.]

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I guess I can accept that...

[Another small smile finds its way in and with it, Judas kisses Dorian's forehead. And then he goes back to resting his head on top of Dorian's own.]

Thanks. For not trying to force me.

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Wouldn't want to push you. [the tiniest smile that Judas can't see] Might drive you to kill yourself.

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Heh. Well, you know how it is.

[It's said lightly, but with the thought of Dorian's own suicidal tendencies in mind. Seeing that, he suddenly knows how others feel about him.]

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I do. [Dorian thinks of sunrises, and he sighs and grips Judas's hand a little tighter.] Don't worry. Can't get any worse as long as we don't believe it has gotten better.

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It would be pretty difficult to get any worse, anyway. At least we can understand eachother. It doesn't make it better, but, for me, it helps.

[He squeezes Dorian's hand.]

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For me too. [he thinks about jumping—not to die, just to make sure they get the meat before some wild animal does. But he is comfortable here, with his hand in Judas's, wrapped in ancient cloth and resting on long-dead bones. He doesn't feel like moving.]

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[It's good he doesn't. Right now, Judas would be terribly disappointed. Although he wouldn't, or couldn't, voice it.] ...Really? I'm glad. I...really want to be able to help.

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Really. [He raises Judas's hand to his lips for a brief touch of lips, then lets it fall with his.] Thank you. For being born. For everything.

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[He tenses, biting his lip. 'It would be better if you had never been born', words from the mouth of the Son of God. And yet, now Judas is being thanked for it. He doesn't know how to take that. For a long while he's silent, staring down at their hands as his head shifts downwards.]

...Thank you.