Hudson had barely cracked his eyes open, but Don Juan did his best to meet his gaze regardless. He chewed the inside of his lower lip, but his eyes were steady, resolute. Hudson only looked half-awake at best, but there was nothing to be done about that; waiting wouldn't improve matters. And now that Don Juan had decided to say something, he didn't think he would be able to sleep without having done so.
"I got married," he said in a rush. Barely half a second later, he continued, "Five years ago. I was eighteen." Were these the most important details? He had no idea; he'd never admitted this to anyone before. He'd parted ways with Ana mere months after the elopement, and hadn't spoken to her since. No one in his family knew she existed. But he thought it was important that Hudson know, if they were going to carry on this way — that he had done this once before, and that he had fucked it all up.
"I got married," he said in a rush. Barely half a second later, he continued, "Five years ago. I was eighteen." Were these the most important details? He had no idea; he'd never admitted this to anyone before. He'd parted ways with Ana mere months after the elopement, and hadn't spoken to her since. No one in his family knew she existed. But he thought it was important that Hudson know, if they were going to carry on this way — that he had done this once before, and that he had fucked it all up.
MJ made this <3