Hudson reached right into his jacket for the cigarettes. Don Juan wished he'd thought of it first; he was jealous that Hudson had found an excuse to brush his knuckles against his ribs. He'd been dying to touch him all night. He took the cigarettes back when Hudson offered and put one between his lips. He switched the cigarette case for a muggle-style silver lighter and moved to light Dean's cigarette for him first. It wasn't contact, but it was proximity, and there was an intimate edge to it; it would have to do for now. They were still within the pools of light cast by the long windows of the house — still far too close for anything risky.
"I'd like to say I don't know what's gotten into them tonight, but that was all pretty standard Dempsey behavior," he said, shaking his head. "Oz used to be better behaved, but he's lost all of his dignity since getting married." Oz had always been something of a prat, at least to Don Juan — in the familiar, half-fond ways that older brothers were usually prats — but he also liked to charm people, or he had in the past. He was usually dazzling women with stories from abroad and cultural references and anything else he could throw together, and trying to make any of the men in the room acknowledge that he was smart and witty. Now he only bickered with his wife.
"I think they must have great sex," he said with a shrug. "There's no other way to explain it. They've only ever argued forever and then suddenly they got engaged. I think they shagged at a garden party accidentally and got engaged and then the sex was too good to call it off." That, or they were too stubborn. That might be true of Oz; Don Juan didn't know his new sister-in-law well enough to make a judgement on that front. But ultimately he didn't want to spend all night talking about his brother's marriage — he wanted Hudson's thoughts on his family, and he wanted candid ones. They'd have to clear the eavesdrop-zone around the house first.
"You up for a walk?" he asked, gesturing towards the dark garden beyond. "Unless you're afraid of the dark." There were lights they could turn on as they went, but Don Juan would rather have avoided it. If they were in the dark, there was less chance anyone in an upstairs window at the house would glance out and observe them — more freedom to let their hands wander.
"I'd like to say I don't know what's gotten into them tonight, but that was all pretty standard Dempsey behavior," he said, shaking his head. "Oz used to be better behaved, but he's lost all of his dignity since getting married." Oz had always been something of a prat, at least to Don Juan — in the familiar, half-fond ways that older brothers were usually prats — but he also liked to charm people, or he had in the past. He was usually dazzling women with stories from abroad and cultural references and anything else he could throw together, and trying to make any of the men in the room acknowledge that he was smart and witty. Now he only bickered with his wife.
"I think they must have great sex," he said with a shrug. "There's no other way to explain it. They've only ever argued forever and then suddenly they got engaged. I think they shagged at a garden party accidentally and got engaged and then the sex was too good to call it off." That, or they were too stubborn. That might be true of Oz; Don Juan didn't know his new sister-in-law well enough to make a judgement on that front. But ultimately he didn't want to spend all night talking about his brother's marriage — he wanted Hudson's thoughts on his family, and he wanted candid ones. They'd have to clear the eavesdrop-zone around the house first.
"You up for a walk?" he asked, gesturing towards the dark garden beyond. "Unless you're afraid of the dark." There were lights they could turn on as they went, but Don Juan would rather have avoided it. If they were in the dark, there was less chance anyone in an upstairs window at the house would glance out and observe them — more freedom to let their hands wander.
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