His crews, his found family, his people.
He is fascinated, attracted by curious minds.
Witty souls that offer him new perspectives, a fresh look over reality.
Translating for him subtexts and nuances.
Translating for him hypocrisy, greed, perfidiousness.
And read him.
His apparent quirkiness, his inability to understand uninquisitive attitudes.
Letting him be himself.
A sarcastic joke, a silent and pondering walk, a round of Tactica eating cheese triangles, or a liberating spar.
"So exceedingly rare."
Is this mental attraction physical too?
Perhaps. Or perhaps not.
Either way, not the point.
Sexual interest would not add or remove a crumb from the depth of his feelings.
From the selflessness of his affection.
His commitment to allow his friends to find and follow their own path, comforted to know that they grace the universe with their skills, their viewpoints.
And their presence.
Odd caption, for this specific image?
No, not really.
Look, I do understand lustful passions, I just did a post about the dangers of failing to acknowledge our deepest impulses.
But love does not have a hierarchy, a billboard top 10.
I am done with trying to explain the level of attachment, care, connection, intimacy that one can feel *WITH* or *WITHOUT* a carnal desire or a romantic bond.
An exhausting fight against "just friends" or "exclusively physical".
In one way or another, succumbing to the need to cage love into boxes, in which if there is either romance or sex, then, just then, you can "elevate" a relationship or a sentiment. Or, contrariwise, pretending that attraction and friendship cannot coexist, assuming either one as a lesser fondness.
The urge to label, catalogize, add and subtract, mastering definitions and incompatibilities.
Precisely the type of social subtexts and nuances that Thrawn would fail to understand.
And, ultimately, ignore.
[Photo: a stunning commissioned artwork that @mortallwarlock incredibly did for me]
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