To ask for help would be to admit to all his wrongs — a task Beau was nowhere near ready for. Perhaps one day he'd bare his soul to someone, but Eva knew enough as it was. At any rate she knew more than most other people who didn't know him throughout those years did. If tomorrow Eva still wanted to be friends with him after processing what he'd already shared maybe Beau would consider telling her more.

Beau gave a hm of agreement to her first statement. Sure, he was atoning now, but it hardly made up for the wrongs then. Beau could rehabilitate thousands of injured animals and still not be in the black. "Let's hope you are. For your sake anyhow." He responded lightly.