But it’s like. I came in to feel fuzzy and warm about a teeny gay pie obsessed hockey player and his giant hot boyfriend and their wacky band of misfit friends. But I can’t stop associating with Jack and his anxiety and his awkwardness. I haven’t caught all the way up with canon yet but am already fairly deep into the fic pool, and I keep thinking “Yes, Jack, me too.” I want to curl myself protectively around Jack and his mental health. I expected to claim Bitty as “my smol son” and have a great time and move on but I’m just having SO MANY JACK FEELINGS.