It was a peculiar thing, to have met someone just an hour ago, and to know exactly what he was talking about. Angie felt that strange sort of camaraderie well up again; she could understand the frustration and the hollowness that accompanied loving Cash sometimes. Especially from afar. There was something about being helpless that was particularly vexing. It wore her down, grated on her, but she wouldn't give up.

Gently she reached out and caught one of his fidgeting hands, giving it a brief, tight squeeze before letting go. "I know." She truly did. "It's been thirteen years of loving Cash. I know." Their drastically different worlds, the fact that she simply couldn't fix anything for him; watching him fall apart in half-time because he wasn't allowed to show it.

Clearing her throat, Angie took a sip of her bourbon. "And I will let you know what I find out." She rather thought Theo deserved to know and Cash could be mad at her if he wanted, but as she was wont to do, Angie collected the misfits around her and now she would gather Theo into the mix.