“How is it, being all boyfriended up?” “Feels like what I was born to do. But I don’t think it would have felt that way with anyone else.” “Nope.” Barney shifts. “I strongly believe that we don’t have soul mates, specifically, more that there are certain people in this world who we mush with.” “Mush with?” “Yeah. Like you smoosh together. Combine souls or whatever romantic shit people say.” “And you guys are mushed?” He nods. “You too. Like one big, amorphous blob.”
