Oh, Steven Moffat. I quit you a long time ago and for damn good reason. For many years, Moffat always knew how to hook me with highwire acts of plotting and whip-smart dialogue spewing from the mouths of characters practically designed to be devoured by fandoms. Of course, the writer and showrunner of Doctor Who and Sherlock, alongside Mark Gatiss, also consistently fell trap to the same issues that arose from his favorites tropes. Those gripping plots quickly became over-complicated and unable to pay off their lofty promises, leaving Moffat to abandon ideas then blame audiences for caring. Those characters and their deliberately baity chemistry were always prey to the ‘no homo’ back-pedaling. Soon, the simple but irresistible appeal of his work disappeared. I gave up on Moffat around the third season of Sherlock and was happy to stay away until he dangled a true treat in front of me.