He didn't follow after her immediately, for a great many words were about to spill over that would likely irreparably damage their relationship. Eva didn't understand his concerns, he knew. She didn't carry the lifelong guilt of being the cause for her mother's death or any of the difficulties that followed. If he were to die tomorrow, she would have family to fall back upon. Her father, her cousins, the people at the zoo. Beau had Murphy, of course, but one man wasn't enough to keep Beau rooted. Without her, he'd be lost in the abyss once more.
Perhaps if he had had a normal evening Beau might've been able to suppress those fears as he'd successfully done for months now. Perhaps if Odina hadn't cut him out of every aspect of Toby's life, Beau might've been able to see past his own frustration to better tend to Eavan's needs. But, he was too wound up, too poised to explode, to do anything even nearing productive or supportive.
Ignoring the continuing pain in his foot, Beau found Eavan out near the chicken coop. "Do you remember our first night together? By the fire?" Beau asked from behind her. "I told you of my mother."
Perhaps if he had had a normal evening Beau might've been able to suppress those fears as he'd successfully done for months now. Perhaps if Odina hadn't cut him out of every aspect of Toby's life, Beau might've been able to see past his own frustration to better tend to Eavan's needs. But, he was too wound up, too poised to explode, to do anything even nearing productive or supportive.
Ignoring the continuing pain in his foot, Beau found Eavan out near the chicken coop. "Do you remember our first night together? By the fire?" Beau asked from behind her. "I told you of my mother."