Don Juan would never have worked up the courage to ask for details — too much of an overstep, when he'd already been where he shouldn't have and intruded on something he shouldn't have — but he was grateful for them. Every piece of information Hudson gave him was one thing to remove from the register of details he could catastrophize over later, when he went home and got in his head again. A woman; spontaneous, not a long-term affair; their first time doing this. He felt a twinge of guilt when Hudson said not somebody who's going to take advantage of the situation — something he had been afraid of when they first tried it. It felt almost like a betrayal to admit to the thought now, because he trusted Hudson now, but... at the time things had been more complicated.

All of the details were fine; nothing alarming. He still wasn't sure he believed Hudson when he said nothing was missing; this could have just been an empty platitude, the sort Don Juan used all the time to avoid conversations he didn't want to be having...

Then Hudson trailed off his last sentence, and Don Juan's thoughts ground to a halt. "Oh," he said, cheeks flushing. He knew how the sentence ended. He didn't know what to do with himself; he was concerned he might have looked either too sheepish or too foolishly pleased or both, and since he wasn't sure decided to hide his expression behind a large gulp of coffee.

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