It was a pathetic attempt to make him feel better; they both knew that if you didn’t say the words the first time you met the person, then you weren’t meant to be. But Gene appreciated the effort. “I ‘spose,” he hedged, the idea of getting to spend more time with Sam being mighty appealing. Maybe he could find out more about her, about who or where her Soulmate was, and why she’d said his words, but he hadn’t said hers. Nodding resolutely, Gene decided that it couldn’t hurt.
And maybe it could help stop the ache in his heart every time he looked at her.