My love for William Bush is powerful, my friend. Powerful. And I have this fic that won't leave my head about the whole post-Lydia command thing -- him and Gerard, maybe, in the wardroom, and Gerard looking at Bush's little snug corner kind of measuringly because he expects to be first lieutenant soon and to have that nice cozy spot? And Bush biting his lip and knowing, in his gut, what kinds of reports HH writes?