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Moffat and Gatiss wrote so much kindness, adoration, affection, longing between Sherlock and John–the first night, Reichenbach, the stag night, the wedding speech–and so much courage in how their friendship grows; but still so much fear, and bitterness, and anger, and insults, and reluctance to be vulnerable, and rejection, and violence. And it makes me grieve that they think that much hurt is natural between two people who are each other’s favorite people in the world, who think each other hangs the moon–that they couldn’t imagine better for them than that, after four seasons of learning to love each other. I’m so grateful for every artist and writer in this fandom who imagines better for them, who writes them and draws them into healing, into trust; and so much in awe of the endless tenderness Doyle writes into every line of them from the start.