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Beau had to press his lips tightly together to avoid laughing at the mention of the dog’s titles. It wasn’t that they were particularly funny, but the names were just so… uncharacteristically cute. Though, he supposed he couldn’t say much, considering he had a cat named Peanut Butter, but still. He hadn’t been expecting such cute names from Em. He slowly offered the dogs an open palmed hand to properly sniff, before reaching out to pet the rottweiler named Dumpling. “I wouldn’t, I’m sure they’re very well-trained.” He reassured. It was a little disappointing, but Beau wasn’t that desperate for knowledge. Not yet at least. He most definitely wouldn’t dare risk the wrath of Em and his dogs by snooping, that’s for sure. That was a little beneath him, truly. He would not hesitate to take in everything, peering at the space with a hungry gaze, looking for anything of interest that might be lying out in plain sight, but that’s as far as he would take it. He liked Em too much to stoop so low as to pick through his things while he slept. No, Beau wanted his answers, but he wanted to get them the right way. Either through Em answering them himself, or coming across something that he couldn’t possibly even begin to hide.
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He reluctantly stopped petting the rottweilers’ big head to take the glass of water offered to him. “Thank you.” He took along sip, the water cool and soothing against his throat. He watched curiously as his host returned to the kitchen to look cupboards. Even as he watched the man take stock of the kitchen, he couldn’t help but be a little surprised at the abrupt inquiry. “I could eat, I guess.” In actual fact, he was pretty hungry. Beau was honestly rather impressed. He could cook and he was well-off, not mention very easy on the eyes. There was no way that Em was single.
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Since Em had given him permission to, Beau happily went to peruse his liquor collection. He probably wouldn’t drink anymore, not after the drama of the night, but he would gladly have a short look. Beau wasn’t particularly picky with what he drank. Anything that could him drunk quickly was good enough for him. Though, he did allow himself the simply pleasure of sipping expensive wine when he just wanted to relax a little after work. While a lot of his knowledge of liquor had come from his father, Beau knew expensive things when he saw them. Em’s selection of liquor was rather impressive, both because of how expensive the brands were and how hard it was to find them. Beau was just tracing the label of the Hibiki when Em spoke up about it and he took his hand off of it with an absentminded hum. His curiosity only seemed to grow the longer he spent in Em’s home.
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Em obviously had a lot of money. He was just curious as to how he got all of it. Was he like Beau, blessed to be born in a family with old money pouring out of their pockets or had he earned it, worked hard to make a successful business? Or had he stolen it? Not likely, but it was certainly an entertaining thought. At this point though, Beau was certain that this apartment wasn’t the only place Em owned. Beau took a slow sip of water as he moved away from the liquor cabinet and settled down on the couch, peering over at the direction of kitchen at Em as he cooked.
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When he was done, Beau gratefully took his share from Em, placing his mostly empty cup of water away as he rested his plate in his lap. He looked up at his companion as he attempted what seemed a lot like small talk, and he couldn’t help but smile. It was small, but it was there. “No. As much as I like to drink, going to work with a hangover definitely isn’t something I’d like to experience. And I can’t imagine my co-workers would appreciate it.” He answered, digging into the meal laid out before him. It was good, considering Em had made it while tipsy.
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Beau wanted to ask questions. To be honest, he always had questions when Em was involved, but he usually didn’t bother voicing them. Usually because he knew they were a little too intrusive, or simply because Em wouldn’t like them, but he decided to push his look just a little. Besides, he hardly wanted to make things awkward by not saying anything at all. “What about you? You said you travel for work, surely you have some free time now that you’re back home.” It was perfectly harmless question, but it managed to abate his curiosity just a little.

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Beau hid his eagerness behind a placid expression, idly eating as he listen to the man in front of him. Clients, an up-and-coming company, investing. Beau absorbed it all like a sponge, revelling in the rare opportunity to take the information that Em freely gave him. He never knew when or maybe even if he’d get the chance again. The man was such a mystery to him, both because Em refused to talk about himself and because Beau refused to pry. Not even sex had ever seemed to loosen Em’s lips, not that that had been the purpose of their time together to begin with. But he simply noted that even then, he’d never let anything slip. What could he possibly be hiding? The lack of proper name had initially intrigued him, but in the end, it wasn’t a recipe for anything particularly nefarious. At worse, it just meant that Em was possibly cheating on his partner. Beau wondered though, if he looked into this company that Em worked for, what would he find?
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Em was like an unfinished puzzle, one that he didn’t even have all the pieces to.
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Tilting his head slightly listened, Beau watched Em with his mismatching set of watchful eyes. It didn’t seem like Em was lying either, the words came out with such ease and his tone didn’t sound mechanical enough to give off the impression that his statements were practised. They sounded like the truth, short and simple. Either that, or Em was just that good of a liar. “It seems like interesting work, and the travelling must be nice. Even if it’s just for business.” He commented with a vaguely impressed expression. A small, coy smile tugged at the corner of his lip as he leaned back in his seat. “Hm, since you’ll have so much free time, I might give you a call to give you something to do.” Beau wasn’t particularly in the mood for anything for tonight, but he definitely wouldn’t mind meeting up with Em again on better terms. Preferably without the presence of a scorned roll in the sheets to ruin the mood.
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Reaching up to brush a few deep blue strands out of his face, his expression fell back into idle calmness. It was interesting to know more about Em and what it was he actually did to earn a living, not that Beau had ever revealed his line of work to him before. There hadn’t ever been a particular reason why he hadn’t told Em about himself, it just hadn’t seemed necessary before. There’d always been more interesting things to be doing. It wouldn’t hurt to share now. “That’s honestly something my father would’ve preferred for me to do instead of Psych work. Work for some company, put the Kaverly name to good use, all of that.” He admitted, a slightly bitter smile gracing his face as he shook his head at the thought.

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“Give me a call and we'll see if I'm available.” Beau returned the other man’s short-lived smile with one of his own. A ‘maybe’ was really all he’d expected to secure from Em. He was sure that he had other things to tend to now that he was back in the city. It wasn’t like they were that close anyway, despite the fact they’d spent several nights together. Just because they had sex semi-regularly, didn’t mean anything. Case and point; he hadn’t even mentioned his last name to Em. Though, that probably had to do with the fact that Em hadn’t ever uttered his own either.
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His smile shifted slightly at the question, the upturn of his lips turning stiff and slightly forced. The subject was barely what he would call a comfortable conversation topic for him. But he’d answered similar questions before and he didn’t feel too put out about having to talk about his family. Regardless of his reluctance, he didn’t see any harm in informing Em of the most notable of the Kaverly family members. “I’m not surprised you’ve heard of it. My father is Matthieu Kaverly, he likes to put his name on things.” Not too unlike a child. He paused to quietly set his plate aside, having eaten his fill of Em’s cooking, his plate was practically cleaned of any scraps.
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Leaning back in his seat, he peered at over at Em. “He used to be a politician, but now he mostly likes to invest. In stocks, real estate, new projects, existing companies - whatever strikes his fancy.” Beau didn’t make it a habit to keep track of his father’s business practises, though he knew enough from the times where he stayed long enough in his parents’ vicinity to be dragged into a conversation about how business was going. The updates were usually the same. Either things were going smoothly, or his father was planning to invest in someone or something new.
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Beau idly peered down at his nails as he spoke, “I’m no particularly involved with anything, but my father likes to brag about his accomplishments whenever I happen to stop by.” Which wasn’t particularly often, but Matthieu Kaverly was never a man to hold back and Beau often had to sit through a list of the things he’d missed since the last time he’d visited. And it wasn’t uncommon for no one else to speak the entire time Beau was there, his father never pausing long enough for his mother or even his younger siblings to get a word in.

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Beau had never been particularly good at hiding his distaste for his family, he usually saved his acting skills for when he had to lie to the faces of his mother and father. But even on that front, his effort was beginning to wane. The older he got, the more insistent and obvious his father’s hints got. He wanted Beau to inherit the business, to quit the ‘hobby’ of his -- his job -- and get serious about continuing and even expanding the family investments. He knew that Matthieu Kaverly wasn’t a stupid man, but god it was really hard to remember sometimes. Most would think one would get the hint after Beau continued to brush off his father’s comments for the past few years, but if anything, he’d only gotten more adamant about it. It felt like the old man was getting careless with age, he barely tried to hide his impatience with the eldest Kaverly son anymore.
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He hadn’t gone to a family dinner or party in a while, and even his mother was starting to get on his case about it. It was beginning to wear on Beau, honestly. Why they didn’t just bother Aquila, the blatantly obvious favourite child, he didn’t know. “He sounds like a handful,” Em had said. That was definitely one way to put it. One of the much kinder ways of phrasing that his father was an asshole who wore on Beau’s nerves more and more with each passing year.
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Beau was rather surprised when Em didn’t pry any further into it. Em was a businessman, if he wanted good connections with someone with a lot of money, Beau was a good way to get those things, what with being related to Mattheiu Kaberly. Theoretically, all Em had to do was ask for it. Maybe his distaste had been a little more pronounced than he’d thought. Or, maybe he was a little used to people being more interested in the money that came with his surname than him as a person. Who could say, really?
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“Ah, thank you.” He said gratefully as Em took his plate from him. While the man was gone, Beau distracted himself with tugging at the fabric of his pants. While his clothes were perfect for going out drinking and a little dancing, they left something to be desired as comfortable everyday wear or sleep attire. At the mention of clothing that wasn’t tight, Beau looked up at Em and immediately took the offer, a slightly tired smile gracing his face as he sat up. “Yes to both. A shower and a change of clothes sounds lovely.”