I think what I love most about this universe is the sense of companionship. Two men so severely damaged, but healing, and a part of that being that each helps fill a hole in the other's life. And the kids are like magnets, pulling them together. Also kind of an excuse - there's something safe about being together because the kids want to see each other. I love feeling that maybe, far, far down the road, the relationship might become physical, and that would be beautiful, but if it doesn't, that's alright too. Love and companionship don't always need to be expressed with sex.
Please don't take this the wrong way, because you know I love your work, and it makes me happy, not sad. But this is what started me off on the crying jag about my late husband - because I love feeling that the two men will grow old together.