His fascination with the Llewelyn Davies boys was certainly not healthy, even if nothing explicitly physical occured.
He was an interesting character - had a very difficult childhood and an awful marriage. I think it was more a case of arrested development than any improper interest in the boys. The boys themselves (when grown) were of the opinion that he was asexual - an “innocent” was how they described him (which perhaps not coincidentally is the Scots term for a childish person). I’ve known at least one person that fits that description.
Oh, I know about Barrie. Always interepreted him more through the lens of a Victorian type mindset, and (hoped) some of the things that seem squirrelly about him weren’t necessarily indicative of any kind of perversion. There was a wholly different worldview back then, which invariably might look suspect at times through the innately dark nature of modern culture. I observe it all the time in such vintage artifacts, and even recall it from my late grandparents and great-grandparents lives and attitudes.
I liked the 1924 silent film version of “Peter Pan” with Betty Bronson, but even better was the Barrie/Bronson follow-up, “A Kiss for Cinderella.”