He hadn't realized how much his question sounded like a deflection until Dean reacted to it. He hadn't meant it as one. He'd meant: I don't know how to do this. Even if I want it I don't know where to start. He'd meant: will you tell me when I get it wrong? Will you help me figure it out? Hudson couldn't do the legwork for him, fine, but Don Juan wasn't unwilling. Just — lost. He didn't know if this was something he was allowed to ask for help with, or if this was part of what Dean had said he couldn't do. Once upon a time he'd told Dean I don't know how to fix things when they break and Dean had said we'll figure it out, but god, they'd been young then. And neither of them had been thinking that the broken thing in need of fixing would have been Don Juan himself.
But the words he'd picked didn't convey all that; they sounded like a deflection, and this time Dean seemed ready to accept it. He held his arms open and it was as though the gravity in the room shifted. Hanging back would have been impossible.
"At least I've got that going for me," he returned. He crossed the room and tangled himself around Dean and set about kissing every spot on his face that had furrowed with tension today.
But the words he'd picked didn't convey all that; they sounded like a deflection, and this time Dean seemed ready to accept it. He held his arms open and it was as though the gravity in the room shifted. Hanging back would have been impossible.
"At least I've got that going for me," he returned. He crossed the room and tangled himself around Dean and set about kissing every spot on his face that had furrowed with tension today.
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