Uuuugh. Oh my god. They are so fucked up and wounded and vicious and jagged, brittle, outsides wrapped around a squishy, heartbroken, centre.

And that is my Bolger headcanon forever. With his stupid, skewed ideas of loyalty and what's right tangled up with massive trust issues and Faustian bargains never end well. For anyone.

And Edward is just a precious cheerleader, and I still think he has a hidden insecure streak of his own and needs all the hugs and ugh.

(uh, so yea it made perfect sense and was beautiful and oh, those boys. My heart. ♥ ♥ ♥)