He hadn't realized he'd been hoping that Hudson would fight him on find someone else until he didn't. He really didn't care one way or another, which was... exactly what Don Juan should have expected, under the circumstances. They'd never had any kind of spoken agreement between the two of them. He hadn't asked Hudson to stop sleeping with other people, and neither had Don Juan done so himself (though there was no one else in the last year he'd seen with any sort of regularity the way he saw Hudson). Casual indifference was exactly what he should have anticipated... but it stung, too, because it confirmed that they were in the end just two people who sometimes slept together, where Don Juan had come to believe they were friends.

"Sure," he said as he lurched to his feet. His shoes were on, and one of the heels was bent in and digging at his ankle but he had decided to ignore it in service of a hastier departure. His fingers were clumsier than he'd realized; it would take too long to fix, and he didn't want to look foolish and fumbling. He forced a smile at Hudson and careened off in the direction of the floo, forgetting his coat.

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