That was the million galleon question. The taste of mint toothpaste in his mouth, he dropped his brush back into its holder. Staring at his own reflection in the mirror as he'd cleaned his teeth had just driven himself into further introspection that Nate managed to break through with his question. Beau was visibly tired now, both physically and emotionally, but somehow the answer came to him easily.
"I want to stop hurting people." He couldn't blame the emotions pricking at his eyes on the booze anymore. "Especially myself."