sheldrake

I'm sorely tempted to write fic where he makes peace with himself -- possibly after Lockwood's funeral, definitely before he's sixty -- and finds himself a nice boy. Possibly Scripps. Or maybe Will Stanton.

Were you to actually do this, I should be forced to follow you to your house and take up residence under your bed in order to stalk you more effectively and just generally creep you out as reward for being brilliant.

So you'd better not.

:)

Do it!