What I mean: Crosshair has known Mayday for a day, and yet after the avalanche he was ready to do whatever it took to keep him alive. The clone who hated regular clones carried an injured reg for two days, only caring about his survival. He gave him his rifle to use as a crutch. He asked for his life on his knees. He looked at Mayday before shooting the imperial. He came back after who knows how long, never forgetting him. He cared so much, for a first time in a long time.
I weirdly love that there are crotchety fandom elders around who say shit like “in my day, (insert fandom term) meant this specifically, but now you kids just use it to mean any old thing.”
It seriously gives fandom such a sense of heritage and family, like yes grandma, tell me more about how you had to write fic uphill both ways in the snow when you were my age.
Before s2 finale of TBB I started a series of arts of Crosshair getting much needed hugs from his siblings.. After s3 trailer I finally found the inspiration to finish them.. They are definitely canon divergent at this point but who cares, he needs it, and so do I :')