One more mustache twirl, and I’m a puddle. Every time he was uncomfortable or felt out of his element, I squirmed in pain with him; his tooth while he was driving killed me; the smile that just pops on his face with flawless timing; his face and his reaction for his friend when he saw Hilda, I wanted to do things. Things. You can imagine what a mess I was with his scene at Candyland. No spoilers, but you who’ve seen it know.