Mary was gone long enough that Judas could clean up the broken glass. There were small drops of blood on the carpet, but for some reason he decided against cleaning them. It could be a reminder.
Yes, he loved her, and yes, it was a fucked up mess. It felt wrong that he held even a little power over her, given that he had money and she didn't. Once again, his possession of coin made him feel guilty. Maybe he should destroy all his planned stability and give every cent away, go back to the gutter where he belonged.
And now his highball glasses didn't match. He poured out two new drinks so they were on the counter ready in case Mary decided to stay, or go, they'd get drunk either way.