Don Juan pulled his shoulders back and puffed out his chest, defensive. "We had plans," he pointed out, as though Hudson had forgotten, though it was clear from his response that he hadn't. They'd had plans and he had been here. By the looks of it Hudson had been out for a while. He'd given up on Don Juan early tonight, then. It wasn't as though he'd promised Hudson he'd be here by five, or anything. He'd told him he'd had an event to attend, and would come when he could... though admittedly he had implied he'd get out of it as soon as possible, and after he'd started drinking he'd spent much longer there than intended.

The other side of the coin, he supposed, was that he hadn't bothered to ask what Hudson's plans were for the night, if he had any. So they'd both gone somewhere else tonight, but now they were both here. Maybe he was being unreasonable. Maybe this was fine. But maybe not, because there was an edge in Hudson's tone when he said he was surprised.

"It was harder to get away than I thought it'd be," he said, tone placating. "Campaign shit, you know? It's almost over." Almost over, so maybe they could just go to bed and pretend it would never happen again.

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