This was worse. If he left, Don Juan would be alone in the room, and at least he wouldn't have to keep worrying about keeping the devastation off his face, or keeping the tears out of his eyes, or keeping his voice from going hoarse when he spoke. And nothing Hudson said was going to change anything.

"Yeah — Dean," he said, more firmly. "I know. I know." Please, he pleaded silently. If Dean wasn't going to stay, Don Juan really needed him to go.

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