This comment? This comment made my week, basically. I've reread it at least three times and keep on beaming dopily at the screen whenever I do. You are too fucking good to me--not just because it's a hell of a thing to be told the story you love stupidly (despite all its imperfections) is worth reading, it's also that the way you read it points at so many of the things I love ridiculously.

I mean, the fact that I had to start the whole thing with deaths that meant something for real, oh god. It hurt, writing them (and writing the sequel, which is Patrick/Ashlee/Travis coping with Pete's death and burning down Chicago, it just hurts and I'm not sure I can do it--the beginning alone keeps making me try to figure out a way to retcon Pete's death and I can't) and the way Lindsey keeps missing Steve, because he's her best friend, and she doesn't have him anymore. This was all about friendship and family, obviously, and love. Because that's all I ever write about, really.

Mikey was my favorite. I mean, they're all my favorites, and writing the reunions made me so so happy (Mikey and Gerard! Bob and Brian!) but yes, Mikey and his little comments and missing Gerard and, just, being awesome.

Just love, okay? LOVE.