You glance up, hearing the front door close from where you were making dinner. It wasn't like Beau to come in quietly, he'd always go straight to you, hugging, kissing, whatever he needed after his long shift. Taking a few steps, you peek over to the entry way, your face falling as you see him sitting on the front step of the staircase, his head in his hands.

"Beau?"

You ask gently, walking over. He glances up, his eyes watery but not spilling over. Not yet at least.

"Sorry, darlin'."

Beau murmurs, his head falling onto your shoulder as soon as you're close enough next to him.

"Domestic disturbance call tonight."

He chokes out softly, closing his eyes tight and hugging you tighter.

"I heard that guy scream at his wife…and I swear I was back in my own house. Back when I was Emily's age. Thought I was over it."

He murmurs weakly.

"I never wanna be that kind of man. You tell me if I ever – just tell me."

Beau whispers, quiet tears dripping down his cheeks.