The more boring and mundane Michael Shelley is portrayed as the more psychological damage I take from the idea of Michael and Gerry’s ship.
Because the thought of Gerry, someone who was forced into a world of horrors at a young age, finding solace with the most normal guy alive who just wants to have an average life is so bittersweet in a way that lives nonstop in my head.
(And so angsty too if you think the idea of Gerry finally getting a normal life with his normal boyfriend for a little while, only to have his “normal” boyfriend turn up as a monster and pull him back into the world he only had a brief escape from.)