After everything he'd had to drink tonight, Beau had lost track of time and didn't really registered how long it had been between sending his last message and hearing Nate step out of the grate. Long enough to get himself another beer, which he took a petulant drink of as he stared down Nate. He bristled with annoyance that Nate had needed to come check on him, but was relieved to see him at the same time. Of all the things they'd done at the club a few weeks ago, holding him afterwards was the image that had burned itself into his brain.
Beau stretched out his leg, nudging Nate's shoe with his sock. "I don't think I make great decisions sober," he remarked and took another drink, eyeing the vial in Nate's slim fingers with obvious wariness, not sure he wanted to be sober for a conversation like this.