She hadn't felt him to start with, but when Mary did she began scanning the park for that familiar red head of hair. She was pretty sure the edge of the man she could see behind one of the trees was him and while one of the others in the circle was speaking, Mary stood up and walked over quietly.
Her anger was kept beneath the surface and she tried to hold onto the words she'd just been speaking instead. About how no one was perfect, not even Jesus. How all they could do was what they thought was the right choices, how they would be forgiven for all of that and that Mary couldn't forgive them. Mary was just a fuck up like they were, even more so.
It was hard to remember that stuff when she was looking at Judas though. But instead of the thousand bitchy, biting comments waiting on her tongue, she just said, "hi."