STILL? Oh, my sweet summer child, what do you know of shipping? Shipping is for the winter, my dear, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for GRRM dying before he finishes the last book, when he writes 1038593 other books for years at a time but not the ones we care about, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness and they are named JOFFREY and KHALEESI because their parents are idiots, while other ships grow gaunt and hungry, and D&D move through the woods. Talk to me about shipping when you’ve waited at least 10 years to know more about the ship you love.