Beau's nothing if not supportive. You'd told him about your tendency to doubt yourself, your tendency to assume the worst about yourself, your body, your personality. Always thinking that other people are better than you, that you're not perfect enough. Beau thinks that's completely untrue, god, he adores you more than anything. He doesn't know how he got so lucky, you're perfect in his eyes.

You're no stranger to bad days, you have them often. All that self-doubt, anxiety, sometimes it comes cashing down and there's nothing you can exactly do about it. Beau wants to help you however, he can't stand seeing you so upset and down. He can barely go to work and leave you at home, let alone leave you like that.

"I can work at home if y'need me to," he murmurs softly, his eyes lifting up to yours as he looks up at you. His head tilts to the side a little and he frowns, plush lips tugging downwards. He knows you're not feeling your best today, you'd been standing in the mirror solemnly when he'd gotten out of the shower and that just made his heart ache.

Beau sighs, gently reaching over to you and easing his hand over your cheek. His thumb glides over your cheek, and he breathes out quietly, "I can stay with you, if y'like.." you're on a journey of self-forgiveness, he knows that, and he knows you're working on it really hard. You're doing amazing, really well, and he's so proud of you.

"Just, just askin'," he adds. He doesn't want to seem like he's forcing you to do anything, but he wants you to know that he's on your side. He wants you to see that you're wonderful, perfect, everything he'll ever need. Beau doesn't care how long it'll take, whether it'll take days, months, years—he'll be with you for as long as it'll take. And forever after that.

"Just.. wanna be here for you," he adds, thumb pausing momentarily.