Don Juan paused. He had never considered that, so he had to think for a second to determine whether it was a reasonable concern. He didn't expect to ever see Ana again, honestly; it had been four years since they'd last spoken, and she had been little more than a passing though in the meantime. No sudden appearances, no letters, nothing to interrupt his life. He doubted that would change. If it did, he doubted even more that Adriana would be in much of a mood to fight for his attention. She had seemed rather disinterested in ever breathing the same air as him, when they'd parted ways.

"No," he decided. "She's not English." The location piece was rather secondary to the bit where she never wanted to see him again, but it felt like a rationale that would require far less explanation. Don Juan was starting to lose his train of thought, however — he knew he'd had a reason for bringing this up, but now it felt more slippery. He had maybe supposed that Hudson would just get it once he dropped the initial announcement; he hadn't thought through what to say next. "I haven't seen her in years," he continued. "It's not like we're together, you know? But I meant —" What had he meant? He supposed he'd been expecting Hudson to ask what happened; he supposed he'd thought that the fact that he was no longer actively married, as it were, would have been obvious without having to be said. And since marriages were in most cases expected to last forever, the obvious next question was how it had gone off the rails.

"I wanted to tell you," he said, starting again. "I thought I loved her. I was happy, for a bit. And then we argued about things and she told me to leave and I left," he said with a long exhale. "And then I never saw her again. That's where I'm coming from, you understand? That's my experience with —" things like this, but that was coming on too strong; he stopped himself. Pressing on as though he hadn't left the sentence dangling: "I don't know how to fix things if they break."

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