“We always have too much food. Maybe you should track down your new friend. Feed him up a little.”
“You’d be okay with that?”
Cass shrugged. “Why not? You always know when someone needs your help. You’ve got a sixth sense or something. The fact that he’s hot is a bonus. Find him. Fuck him. Fix him. It’s what you do.”
So..."soul mates" and "love of their life(s)" of 9 years having this discussion. I'm struggling here to understand this kind of relationship. I mean to each his own but how this works long term when there are clear feelings and desire for this third person I have no idea.