Beau found glasses in the kitchen and a bottle of whiskey he thought Nate would appreciate, half-watching the other man as he opened it. The neat disrobing of his outer layers made Beau stifle an affectionate laugh. He took off his own shoes and jacket before joining him, though with much less care.
He passed Nate a crystal tumbler thinking it really hadn't been so long since he'd been horrendously drunk on the same couch with Nate gently coaxing him through the anxious maelstrom of his thoughts. Beau's knee brushed against Nate's leg. "I think," he mused, "I'm always going to have a lot of 'what if' questions. Like, what if I'd come out earlier." That was the obvious one and he scrubbed his hand over his stubble, knowing he'd never be able to answer it. "But I guess I get to answer one of them today. What if I take Nate O'Leary out for a date?"