"I think it's more resenting me for his absence than appreciating his love, for you," Judas said warily. "I know we were friends. And "mess" is an understatement." He wasn't really sure how hard he was trying, to be honest. He used to try, back when he cared a little more for his fellow man, but these days, nobody loved him, so fuck them all.

"How's that coffee coming?" he asked, changing the topic.