Beau certainly could be immature at times, but what adult wouldn’t be when hanging around a cute young thing like you? He casually played with a strand of your hair, twirling it around his finger as you sat outside his caravan, watching the sky change colors while he told you about his day. “I was having a lil' get together with some ‘old friends’…” He air-quoted with his fingers and smiled down at you. “But they all kept askin' 'bout ya and askin' where ya were, y'know, stuff like that.”