Did she find his almost begging sort of endearing or sort of gross? Mary couldn't even be sure, but she kind of wished she had stuck with the shoving him into the cupboard instead of making things weird, in a different but utterly familiar way.
"You're rich enough to pay for pizza now without my tits doing the work." It wasn't an exact answer to his questions, but it would have to do. She stood up and made her way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
Sitting on the toilet, Mary thought about her options. She could go home back to her own place. Sure, but she'd have to get on on transport and then once she got back to her place she'd have to sort out something for dinner and then she would, unfortunately, be back in her own place, which she was not fond of.
Or... she could stay and eat pizza and watch Netflix, sitting beside Judas like that was normal. What if he wanted to snuggle? What if he wanted to talk?
Mary dropped her head down to her chest and wrinkled her nose a little. She smelled like him.
From where she sat on the toilet, she reached out to put her hand in the bath. It was still slightly warm, but too cold to get into. So Mary flushed the toilet before pulling the plug from the bath and letting it drain a little, turning on the hot tap at the same time.
She wished she hadn't taken her drink out and smashed it, because she really wanted some more while she waited for the water to get hot again. Once it was she sank down into it, sinking completely under the water with eyes closed. She could hear every movement of the house, echoing and amplified.
It wasn't that long before Mary emerged from the bathroom, drying herself in the bedroom with the bloodied towel and then putting her clothes back on.
When she came out to find Judas she said, "it's time for more fake long island iced teas."