"I'm sorry 'bout your mom." Beau said quietly. The deaths were different, for sure, but he knew all too well what it was to be motherless. In truth, Eavan was fortunate to have had her mother for as long as she did, not that Beau would ever say as much. There was enough guilt to be had in one's life without adding to it.

The rest of her story surprised him. Love was something Beau had little experience with, as it was hard to love someone else when he barely loved himself. What he did know, though, was love wasn't meant to drastically change a person. To have lost as much as Eavan claimed she did meant that the man didn't love her, but rather some other version of her.

Beau took a drink before shrugging. "And here you are." Because really, what could he say? It wasn't as though he knew enough about the man to say 'good riddance'. Beau took another drink and handed the bottle back to her. "Have you found yourself again yet?" He asked instead.