Remy: Okay, so I’m not the metaphor guy. My point is, you were into her. And you did a shit job at hiding it.
Me: And you’re okay with this?
Remy: Fuck yeah.
Remy: I mean, I don’t need to hear details.
Me: Obviously.
Remy: You’re my best friend. I know you’re a good guy. I know you’ll treat her right.
Remy: And I know how to kill you if you don’t. Not that I’d have to, because Cassie would do it herself.
Me: You’re really okay with this?
Remy: Dude. What did I say to you just last week?
Me: ???
Remy: When we met at Ace’s a week ago. You followed her out to the car. To ‘make sure she was okay to drive’.
Remy: I literally told you to go for it.
Me: You did?
Remy: Those exact words, but you had your head so far up your ass you clearly missed it.
Remy: Cassie deserves a hell of a lot better than Sir Reginald Douche Canoe. Make sure you give it to her.
Remy: And if you ever make a fucking joke about what you give her, I will bury you.
Remy: Now stop fucking messaging me
An hour later, when Jonah shows back up, he doesn’t even ask. He just gestures to the boat and we head out. It’s time to go get my girl.
