Laying back, Beau stared up at the ceiling for a long few moments, his hands folded on his bare stomach. His friendship with Nate wasn't in question at all. He'd even heard that friendship was a good basis for a romantic relationship but had never allowed himself get that far with anyone, too afraid of liking it too much, too afraid of wanting more than he'd be able to give in return as a closeted man. Shifting onto his side, Beau let himself take in the sight that Nate presented reclining on his bed. It was nice, he thought, seeing him there, but he had so many more questions to mull over. How exactly did he feel about this wizard? Was it enough for something more or was it just familiarity? And that was just to start.
Without really thinking, Beau reached out to curl his arm across Nate. "Not considering," he corrected quietly. "Considered. I'm doing it once I find the right way."