Hudson squeezed his hand and a hopeful glimmer started inside him: maybe. Maybe they could come through this. Maybe Hudson could forgive him. Maybe he hadn't blown apart his whole life with one choice, one moment, one vial he'd knocked back without asking enough questions.
Dean was on the edge of the bed and pulling him up. Don Juan had little interest in sitting up, to be honest; he didn't want to do anything to look after himself, even something as small as drinking water. A part of him felt like he deserved this, everything was feeling, and that he shouldn't try to get better... but he was hungry for Hudson's touch, so he scrambled up as Hudson helped him and leaned up against his chest. He was going to leave sweat stains on Hudson's shirt, if it wasn't already stained with something worse, but — if Hudson was going to sit next to him, let him lean on him, then — maybe, maybe.
He drank some water. Small price to pay for the solidity of Hudson behind him. He tangled his fingers in Hudson's shirt. "Stay," he mumbled into the fabric, pleading.
Dean was on the edge of the bed and pulling him up. Don Juan had little interest in sitting up, to be honest; he didn't want to do anything to look after himself, even something as small as drinking water. A part of him felt like he deserved this, everything was feeling, and that he shouldn't try to get better... but he was hungry for Hudson's touch, so he scrambled up as Hudson helped him and leaned up against his chest. He was going to leave sweat stains on Hudson's shirt, if it wasn't already stained with something worse, but — if Hudson was going to sit next to him, let him lean on him, then — maybe, maybe.
He drank some water. Small price to pay for the solidity of Hudson behind him. He tangled his fingers in Hudson's shirt. "Stay," he mumbled into the fabric, pleading.
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