ohhh the yearning, and the repression. the moment when Ennis walks up the stairs in that cold all white house and finds his shirt in Jack’s closet is just 😭
and the real devastation is that the more I think about it, the more I realize the two of them are caught in a cycle that’s at least partly of their own making just via stubbornness and circumstances (privilege) but that neither of them can see out of. like they…