Judas huffed and drank. "No," he said sullenly, because he wasn't, and he didn't want her to think he might, either. She knew he wouldn't anyway, so why deny it?
He sniffed and wiped his nose on his sleeve. "Hate this time of year," he mumbled. That much was obvious, anyway. Mary, inexplicably, looked pulled together and not as all like the thought of Easter was shredding her up inside. "Where the fuck are you going?"