You were both on the couch, you with your head on Beau's thigh as he folds his clean laundry, watching the news. It was late, and both of you had just gotten off work a few hours ago.

"Y'know, you uh…can shower if you want to."

Beau says softly, almost shy as he notices your dirty scrubs. He can't imagine what you go through as a doctor, but he assumes you'd like to wash it off.

"I sort of…bought that shampoo and conditioner you use…for here."

He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck as you look up at him.

"Really?"

You smile, arms strewn across his lap.

"Yeah, really, darlin'."

Beau grins, tapping your nose playfully. He tugs a few of your shirts out of his laundry pile, folding them and putting them in their own stack. He pauses, blushing a little before whispering.

"Would it be weird if I cleared a drawer for you? I kinda…like having you here."