[I] look forward to your in-depth responses when you feel ready to share them. :-)

I just said you'd heard all of them. No, I'm still thinking. But I do want to drag over some of the things I've said over in your thread and the other one that's locked, where I've been unbosoming, just for my own sense of "journal" -- keeping track of thoughts that really matter to me.

P.S. I hadn't thought of that "smelling the laundry," idea, YOU. In the actual film, I hadn't got the idea Ennis was sniffing the shirts, really (what could be left after twenty years, even if they had never been washed?), mainly just of his burrowing his face in the memories of what had passed when the shirt had last been worn, and into the remembered body of the one who wore it -- and the pangs of love that would be piercing him more than ever for the one who would have saved those shirts, unwashed -- Ennis's old, bloodied shirt covered, as if sheltered or hidden or held, by Jack's.

Now I'm going to think of him, "taking in his lover's remembered fragrance," out of fanfics, I suppose.