Hudson was mothering him. Don Juan found this entirely adorable. He felt a surge of fondness for the other man, inexplicably charmed by the mental image of Hudson tucking him into bed with a cup of tea (and nevermind that Hudson had probably meant Don Juan ought to go to bed at his own house). It was almost tempting enough to agree, but he hadn't taken two floos here so that someone could send him to bed.
"I'm not tired," he insisted, tone like an insistent child. He leaned in further, putting one hand on the couch cushion to Hudson's other side so that he was entirely leaning through his space. "You could tire me out."
"I'm not tired," he insisted, tone like an insistent child. He leaned in further, putting one hand on the couch cushion to Hudson's other side so that he was entirely leaning through his space. "You could tire me out."
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MJ made this <3