"I'm not going to sleep now," Don Juan said with a shake of his head. If he'd been too lost in his thoughts to sleep before, this was only going to be a hundred times worse. He still hadn't worked up the courage to even touch Dean, looking the way he did. How was he supposed to crawl into bed next to him?

"You can lay down," he offered. "I'll go get something." Aloe, bruise balm, maybe a pain potion...

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