Winggrooming Stories

He wants to erase any fear and anxiety inside Jimmy, he wants to erase the frost that has threatened himself for far too long, longer than Tango even realises sometimes. He wants to pencil them together, connect them with as many red noodles as it takes, tie the soul bond between them tighter, keep them closer together, until there is no space, no room for fear, frost, doubt. Just them, together. Is that what love is? {In which a moment is shared, a realisation is made, and Tango knows, truly knows love-all with Jimmy's help.}