I'll save you a seat with a view

Jude

Somebody ought to corrupt me on the dance floor
And take me home

Jude stretches his arms above his head, hands clasped and expression crinkling as he bends like a willow and pops his back and shoulders in the cold, pale sunlight outside the Temple. He had lost track of time praying and is now stiff and a bit sore from the old-fashioned pews and benches in the historical building behind him. Lanky as he is it's not like he's accustomed to comfortable seating but he truly thinks they picked only the worst options. 

Exhaling heavily as he drops his arms, Jude looks around as he waits at the corner, standing just off the pathway in the grass as he waits for Noe. Their schedules are both rather non-existent admittedly but they try to have a sense of normalcy here and there, and today is the day they normally meet up in this spot before deciding then and there to do...something. Usually visiting a cafe or just walking around until they're ready to head back to the house. 

Jude can't stomach calling it 'home'. He spends as much time outside those walls as he can honestly. It's not that he's unwelcome - he knows he isn't - it's because he feels like such a burden. He doesn't even want to start unpacking the weird tangle of feelings he has for about Koa, or the feeling of being childish and reliant upon the stability of others, or the general weirdness of living in the same house as his best (arguably only) friend. He's not exactly sure what he's doing with his life right now. It's why he's here at the Temple more days than not, stubbornly praying to Safrin and celebrating the Old Gods in Dahlia's territory while he tries to figure that out. 

Blowing on his cold fingers as he curses with the realization he's forgotten his gloves again, Jude sweeps his eyes over the passerby to try and find Noe in the moving bodies.

Show my all my desires and dark sides
And pretend by night's end you won't leave me alone