Don Juan huffed, somewhere between laughter and relief. He was glad to hear Hudson wasn't angry, especially given his response seemed genuine. He would have had every right, given that Don Juan had arrived unannounced and interrupted (or could have interrupted, at least) a private moment. But could he explain what he was feeling? "No," he said wryly; he was still exasperated with his own head, but Hudson's patience was making it feel less catastrophic and more like something he could be amused about, in a self-effacing way.

"Do you know, I used to be charming. Articulate. Poetic!" he joked. "Sometimes I still am. But never around you." Jokes aside, though, he knew he had to try and explain, even if he wasn't entirely sure what it was that had set him off in the first place. He tucked his hand back in his coat pocket and looked down to Hudson's lower lip, frowning faintly as he thought.

"It's — I missed you," he said eventually. This was not exactly it, did not explain anything, but it was one of the emotions down at the root of things, he thought.

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