Don Juan pursed his lips. Hudson was laughing at him, and he didn't understand why. He said he was here for whiskey rather than Don Juan, and Don Juan wasn't sure he believed him... though it was clear he had been into the whiskey while he was here. As Don Juan watched he saw Hudson sway ever so slightly on his feet. The doorman wouldn't have let him in like that, even at Excalibur. Not this early in the evening, and not when he wasn't a member and therefore couldn't be renting a room.

If Hudson had come here to spy on him, Don Juan thought, what would he have expected to find? Don Juan high, probably; for basically any of the six weeks following their break that was exactly what he would have found, provided he was able to find Don Juan at all. He wasn't high now, though; would Hudson have been relieved at this, or disappointed? Would it have hurt to think that Don Juan had done alone what he was incapable of doing with Dean? Would he have regretted kicking him out that day? Would he consider taking him back?

It didn't matter. Don Juan was sober now, not sober generally. He knew if Hudson did take him back, it would still end up the same.

But why was Hudson drunk before dinnertime, and why was he drunk here? Don Juan furrowed his brows and frowned pensively at Hudson, wondering if a moment of silent consideration would cause an explanation to come spilling out of him.

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