Chapter 12
Beau discovered an entirely new definition of “this sucks.”
He thought watching Vin fight pain and the need for his narcotics had been difficult, nerve-racking. Heart-wrenching. The agony of trying to be emotionally supportive, to help Vin through the worst of his alcohol cravings, the self-loathing, the anguish, and the inexplicable anger hadn’t exactly been a picnic, either.
Those had, in the very least, been passive activities; Beau hadn’t been able to help, not in any meaningful way, even if Vin protested that he had. But at least Beau wasn’t directly, actively hurting his lover. He’d skipped out before he could watch Vin fall apart last year, before the consequences of Beau’s own stupid anger were apparent. Beau knew he’d hurt Vin before. Those dark hours in the middle o
