Sometimes I get sad that we didn’t get to see more of Thomas and Flint’s relationship then, that all we really see of it are a handful of tender moments. Because they are all brimming with love and softness that is still dripping off of Flint’s fingertips when he touches his Meditations. And I would have loved to see more of them. But maybe that’s the point, that they never got enough time together, that they were in soft and tender love with each other in the privacy of their own homes but never got to have any more than that. And many these few flashbacks are all the memories Flint has left of their love then, maybe all the others were too tainted by pain and grief, or maybe there weren’t a lot of others to begin with! Do we actually know how long they were together before everything fell apart?
I can just imagine Flint holding on to these few tiny scraps of memory that are all he has left of the man he loved and the man he was when he loved him, so tightly. And he doesn’t talk about it with Miranda because it hurts too much, but maybe those memories can be both a knife and an anchor for him as he sets out to realize the dream he and Thomas dreamt before England took Thomas away from him.
Like, I dunno. Maybe that’s the point of those scenes.
