Thirty-seven minutes plus some travel time, but in that time Don Juan had given no consideration at all for what to say. He just wanted Hudson to explain why things had taken such a hard turn. They had been flirting from across the room all night, and then the next time Don Juan saw him he was angry and didn't want to talk about it. Needed a few minutes. He couldn't think of any other time that Hudson hadn't wanted him around right away — not unless one counted the night last year where they'd fought and Don Juan had left feeling jilted, but since he still didn't remember the specifics of that night Don Juan tended not to count it.

"So...?" he asked Hudson, eyebrow arched. "What the hell happened?"

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