Hudson's hand on his cheek brought a wave of relief, while his steady gaze created a surge of anxiety. This was a bad idea, probably, and one he would regret later when everything went to shit again — but it did feel so good to have Hudson's hand against his face. The warmth and firmness of another person anchoring him to the earth. Don Juan didn't want to think for a while, and Hudson's hand stilled some of the swooping intrusive thoughts.

The bedroom hadn't changed much since he had last left it. Hudson was a creature of habit, it appeared — one of those habits was Don Juan, so he was hardly in a position to complain. He peeled off the outer layers of his clothes before crawling onto the top of Hudson's blankets, careful to ensure he was free of tree sap and dew-damp clothes and anything else he might have brought as a souvenir of his time by the lake. He watched Hudson rifle through the drawers as his eyelids started to droop. He didn't know how he had gotten so tired so quickly — he'd worked hard whipping himself up to a frenzy, he supposed, and now that the wind had gone out of that particular sail for the moment there was nothing else to buoy him.

"Leave the shirts," he said. "I want to feel your skin on mine."

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Dean started to feel his own anxiety drain from his limbs. He found something comfortable enough for both of them and tossed a pair of clean pajamas at Don Juan.

Changing quickly enough, Dean crawled into his side of the bed and waited for Dempsey to follow. He doubted he would get much sleep tonight, wondering what tomorrow would bring, but maybe he would get lucky. The emotional upheaval would eventually be enough to knock him out, hopefully. Fortunately, Dean could run on very little sleep and it wasn't a work day.

After he settled against the pillows, he accommodated Don Juan easily, comfortably and exhaled slowly. "Anything else you want to talk about?" It didn't have to be tonight, Dempsey looked half-sleep already, but Dean thought he should offer.

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He curled in towards Dean's chest. He felt tension and thought and emotion leak out of him at each juncture where their skin touched, and the feeling of emptiness that remained was peaceful.

"Not tonight," Don Juan sighed. There were things to talk about. He thought he owed Hudson an explanation of some of his frantic thought processes tonight, and more details about his past, and a world of apologies. If they were going to be together for anything longer than the night, there would be discussions to be had about boundaries and norms, something that might help make this time different than the first time. But he didn't think he could do any of these conversations justice tonight anyway, now that weariness had settle deep inside him. All he wanted now was for Dean to hold him.

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