From the third or fourth message from Beau, Nate had already been preparing to head over--it wasn't as though the messages her particularly subtle, after all. He'd debated changing out of his adjusted Hogwarts uniform but decided not to. If Beau were as drunk as Nate suspected, it probably wouldn't matter what he was wearing anyway. And so, when Beau indicated he was home, he went to the reception hall to take the floo directly from the club to Beau's house.
Beau wasn't hard to find, sprawled out on the couch as he was, and Nate stepped further into the room, walking to the couch and dropping his tall frame to sit on the edge of the little table in front of it. "Coming out probably isn't a decision you want to make drunk," he said softly by way of greeting, reaching into a pocket of his robe and pulling a small vial of Sober-Up out in offer. He wouldn't force Beau to take it, but he also wouldn't allow his own selfish desire for Beau to come out to show in a manipulation of the situation.