Warmth spread through him when Hudson touched his face. The tide of the conversation had turned, and each new moment now brought him a little more hope that they really could do this, together.

"I do," he promised, his free hand mirroring Dean's as he reached up to touch his face. Don Juan leaned his forehead to Dean's and let out a long breath. "I couldn't have come back for anyone else. I'm trying for you."

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