Don Juan hesitated. The way Hudson said home, like it belonged to both of them. Not back to my place, not to my house. Home. It had been four years and some months since Don Juan had seen the inside of it.

He could invite Hudson to his house instead. There were dozens of rooms standing empty at any point in time. Don Juan could ensure no one saw him there, or could reasonably defend his presence if he was spotted. He opened his mouth, planning to suggest this, but the words stalled out. He looked at Hudson a second with his mouth hanging open, then said suddenly, "I'm never going to be the person you want me to be."

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