Austin gave Beau a Look, hearing the veiled mocking in his tone. "It was a really big zit, darling. It should've had its own coat of arms and national anthem. It's extremely unfair one has to start suffering stress breakouts after years of a glorious milky complexion. Fucking hell, I'm so nervous, I've sunk to a new low... bitching about a zit in an oncology unit. Sorry." He puffed his cheeks out and exhaled heavily, more than ready for these fluids to kick in so he stopped feeling so queasy. Beau made him nervous but he knew it was all down to the fact he still loved him and knew he couldn't tell him. Not directly. But Beau was extremely smart and cluey. Did he know? Was he just trying to purposefully avoid the subject? Austin was trying to remember exactly what Liam had said to convince him to come here. How was this a good idea? "He's sick like you were? I mean, barely functioning, wishing he was dead, losing all his light? Seems so fucking unfair if he and Merlin haven't been together very long."