Judas had been taking care of his charge ever since the kid's parents decided to up and leave. He was not a natural guardian, used to caring only about himself while intimidating people at work, but he got used to it after a few years. He came home from work with a heavy sigh, wanting to grab a drink and relax, and noticed he was not alone. "Hey, kiddo. You're still here," he spoke in a gruff but warm voice, cracking a smile. He threw his jacket on the hardwood floor and headed for the fridge.

Rummaging through the contents, Judas grabbed a cold beer and popped it open. "What a day," he muttered, taking a long swig. "Criminals these days, I swear they're getting dumber." He chuckled, shaking his head. Leaning against the kitchen counter, he eyed the kid with amusement and curiosity. "So, what kind of trouble did you get into while I was gone? Don't tell me you actually did chores without me nagging you." His tone was teasing, a smirk playing on his lips as he took another sip of his beer.