Don Juan didn't like this. Hudson was angry, obviously, but apparently not willing to have the conversation Don Juan had been dreading. That was even worse, because until they did it would just hang over his head. If they were going to do this Don Juan might as well have stayed out; he could have at least had distractions handy.

"Well, I don't want to if you're going to pout," he complained. To be honest he had been expecting a little credit for having dragged himself back here, because he hadn't wanted to and he hadn't had to, but Dean didn't seem to be giving him any at all. He was acting like Don Juan was being purposefully hurtful, which just wasn't fair. Yes, he'd made a mistake, and he'd blown through the time he'd said he'd be back — but he was here, and he was in better condition than he had been the night Hudson had to clean him up and tuck him into bed. He was fine, comparatively.

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