Don Juan would have argued the point further, except that Dean had him trapped. Given his reticence to do anything that could even possibly make Hudson hurt more he was hardly in a position to struggle out of the bed. He cuddled in bedsides Hudson, following his lead. His eyes were already closing; the matter was settled in his mind. Don Juan wasn't going to be able to sleep, but he could tell Hudson was tired, so he'd end up stuck here watching the shadows move across the ceiling and listening to Hudson's heavy breathing.

There were worse places to be stuck for a night.

He huffed to express that he was annoyed — that he wasn't being allowed to do anything productive or that Hudson had broken his wrist tonight or both — but then let the room lapse into silence.

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