Watching every quirky beautiful insane marvelous thing Lee Pace has ever acted in because I adore him is admiration. Waiting ten minutes during a Netflix loading malfunction only to rewind and wait for loading again just so I can watch a few more seconds of him enthusiastically eating with a checked napkin tucked into his priest collar is full-blown, bull-moose, fresh-baked love.
I also want pie. Like really really want pie.