I'm crying. Not like ... normal, internet LOL "crying." Sitting here in front of my glowing screen with actual tears of pain in my eyes and trying to keep absolutely quiet. I did not know I needed this. But I hope you will post it on the AO3 or somewhere that it's easier to keep track of, because fuck. You just hit all of Kylo's "can't be weak. Can't be foolish. Can't be unmanly," issues with a goddamn mallet in this fic, and it's incredible. The sheer compassion he's (very tentatively) offering his vulnerable, lonely alt!self makes me flinch. But - good flinch? I love your fill. I fiercely /love/ your fill.