(Stack, personally, thought that concept was bullshit. There was no such thing as The One. He was also heavily in the stages of denial about what the flurry of nerves in his stomach when Mary looked at him a little too long meant.)

Of course, that meant that everything he did with Grace had to be perfect. 

Which was, in reality, what led them to this.

“You fuckin’ with me.” Stack’s voice came out flat. It should’ve been a question, but it was really an answer to what Bo had just asked him. In their time, they’d had some batshit ideas — some they’d chased, and some that had just been a high-off-their-asses fever dream of crap they wouldn’t entertain for a millisecond when sober — but this took the fucking cake. “You fuckin’ with me?” That was a question, his tone going up at the end.