Beau sat forward and put a bowl in Austin's lap just in case. He didn't say anything at first. He rested his elbow on the side of the bed so he could hold his tired head up and wet his lips. Austin was opening the floodgates of everything Beau hadn't wanted to think about or deal with. It was so cut and dried for him initially. Austin cheated, Beau ended the marriage, no questions asked, just like he warned. That was easy to door-slam the whole thing. He just walked away. Never healed, never got closure, just forced himself to get on with life just holding his head above water so he didn't drown. He felt sick too, but not his stomach. His heart, his soul, his head. "What was the breaking point?" he soon asked in a murmur that was just audible. "What was it that made you think one day that I wasn't in love with you anymore? What was it, what was the proverbial straw?"