Leaning over the Belfast sink, hands gripping the cool ceramic, Beau regretted taking the potion. Drunk and sad felt easier than just sad. He turned on the tap, also regretting the smoothie bowl he'd had on set earlier - it didn't look as nice coming back up.
He spat one last time, then turned to a cupboard to get himself a glass. Beau made a non-committal noise, not ready to look at Nate just yet; he couldn't remember the last time he'd been that drunk. Plus, now that he was sober he was remembering the texts he'd sent in more clarity. He cringed, rinsing his mouth out and shutting off the water. "I've been better," he admitted finally, mouth still feeling a bit fuzzy.
"Think I need to clean my teeth," Beau announced, casting a tentative glance at Nate as he made for the stairs. He'd let Nate decide whether to follow him upstairs or wait for him.