Hudson sounded more confident than Don Juan felt. Don Juan nodded, willing himself to let the issue go... but he really didn't want to ruin this, and it seemed inevitable that he would. Last year he'd botched things badly enough that they hadn't spoken for months; last week could just as easily have forced an insurmountable rift. It was only Don Juan's determination to force his misgivings down and pretend it hadn't happened that had gotten him back here tonight. He was glad he was here, but it was far from an inevitability. Something else would happen sooner or later, he was fairly sure of that. It was nothing short of a miracle that he'd made his way back to Hudson's bed after two near-misses; he didn't know how he was going to manage it again, when he was no good at fixing things.

But there was nothing else to do about it now, that was true. Telling Hudson was the only thing he could do, and he'd done that. And he wasn't trying to belabor the point, lest he accidentally manage to talk Hudson out of wanting him to stick around at all. Don Juan pressed his lips up to Hudson's and kissed him, and kept kissing him until he felt the urge to keep explaining himself pass. Too many words would get him into trouble.

"I haven't told anyone else about that," he admitted, nestling in closer to Hudson as he prepared to sleep.

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