Luckily for Judas, he'd stopped giving a shit what anyone thought of him centuries ago. Except sometimes, when it was Easter, and his part in the death of the one man he'd truly loved was repeatedly brought up, and then Mary came in and ruined his castle of empties while staring at him judgmentally.
He reached out to grab one of the drinks Mary had carried over, sitting up a bit and flicking his robe closed. "Did you just come here to insult me?"