"I bet it looks great." Nate's attention to detail was always impressive. Even if the lounge didn't look as good as the simulation room it was probably still amazing.
Beau pushed back the covers, his head longing to meet the pillows. He thought then of his phone which was still downstairs and running low on battery. Specifically, he thought of the messages that he'd started sending to Nate. Now the memory had cropped up, it didn't want to go away. "I meant what I said in that text. I haven't stopped thinking about that night." There was a direct line from his visit to Taboo to tonight, drunk and nearly against his friend. "It's what started all this." He waggled a hand vaguely in the direction of the door, unable to meet Nate's eyes. "Something changed for me in the room." He licked his lips, mouth feeling dry. "I'm still trying to figure out what that means."