eyes closed, head first, can't lose

I've read this story maybe a dozen times and each time I've started to leave a comment and been unable to come up with words. It leaves me breathless (and speechless). The layers of characterization here are amazing. Neal with all his fractures and his coping methods - not particularly healthy, but holding it together. Peter, so secure and so securely privileged, Elizabeth being tactless (a nice switch from her usual walk on as St. Elle) and Moz as a yenta and big brother and best friend. I start crying in the first chapter and don't stop until the end and I love you for it. For not writing traditional H/C and for not making it easy and for making me think. Thanks.