we’re platonic, he’s my conscience and my greatest sin but we’re platonic. yeah he’s my rebellion against the encroaching dark, only mine. but we’re platonic.
do i even need to say it out loud😭
one of my favourite painful headcanons: that nothing really happened between them. maybe one almost-kiss, maybe not even that. just all the looks and thoughts and longing and desperate frigging themselves in their own cabins, and then James