You could see it. We connected. We practically Drifted right there, with everyone watching. It was even tighter in some ways than he and Yancy had been, because with Yancy, he’d expected to know what his partner was going to do. With Mako, there were no expectations. He was completely in the moment, riding the present, feeling each second of time…

She was his co-pilot. Anyone could see that.

Looking at myself in the mirror

I am shipper trash.

That is okay.

So what if I have no social life.

So what if others judge me for my ship.

The feels are enough for me.

My babies are enough for me.

This ship brings me so much happiness but so much pain.

Yet I am fulfilled.

I am shipper trash, and I love it.