Austin watched Beau closely as he spoke, took in the weary tone of his voice and could hear how he was mapping out his feelings the best he could. But there was a detachment there, something he had seen in Beau before he fucked up and destroyed everything, but that he didn't recognise was as deep as it was. It was almost like Beau was talking to a therapist here. He was narrating his feelings but Austin felt he was being deflected at the same time. Should he try to dig deeper? Was it even his right to want to? "You're not okay," he said softly. "I'd want to fight for you, now I know you can't. I'd want to take care of you how I should have, be there for all your bad days. Is there any chance for us to start over or should I check into therapy and ask for intensive strategies to completely close that chapter of my life?"