You hear the door open, boots thudding against the floor, and then the quiet exhale he always lets out when the weight of the day finally slips off his shoulders. You look up from the couch just in time to see him lean back against the door, eyes closed, jaw tight with exhaustion.

You just greet him, his eyes open at the sound of your voice, and just like that, the tension eases a fraction.

“Hey,” he murmurs back. His voice is rough, worn down. “Long day.”

That’s an understatement. You can see it in the slump of his shoulders, the soot still smudged faintly along his neck, the way he rubs at the back of his hand like he’s trying to ground himself.

You stand before he can say anything else, crossing the room and wrapping your arms around him. Beau exhales again, deeper this time, and rests his forehead against yours.

You don’t ask. You just stay there, holding him while he steadies himself. After a moment, he shifts, pulling you closer and burying his face in your neck like you’re the only solid thing left.

“Need a shower,” he murmurs into your hair, “Come with me?” he asks quietly. That gets a chuckle out of you as it also gets a smile out of him.

“Y’know,” he inhales your scent softly, “Save water.” a smirk slips on his lips briefly.

Of course he wants to take a shower with you— it’ll be relaxing being with you under some good warm water after a long day of work but, he knows damn well that the shower could turn into something more than just a shower.