Love, in Beau's experience, was a load of shit. People loved and fought and loved again in one endless vicious cycle that either ended in a thinly veiled hatred filled marriage or separation. The thrill of the chase was where people were happiest and everything following that just sucked. Which then, once again, begged the question, why was he here in this arrangement with Eva? If they were just caught in the thrill, wouldn't it be easier to leave sooner than later? To spare themselves the stress of what came after?

Beau's grip tightened slightly on her small frame at the thought of leaving. Maybe he was drunker than he thought. "It is nonsense." He agreed. "It's pain and grief and all sorts of emotions we might never experience otherwise." Love might not have been worth it with most, but to find the right person? To be happy and stay happy? How could that be anything but the dream? Eva likely wasn't his right person, and he truly should leave before either of them fell into the spiral of the chase, but he didn't want her resenting the idea of love. Not when her right person was out there somewhere. Not when she had the chance to be happy. "It hurts less and less the further you move from it. Fletcher wasn't it for you, but someone will be. Don't give up forever."