I have never written this pairing before! Let’s see what I can do.
Tango’s curious. Tango’s so curious he might as well be named George instead of Tony. Doesn’t bother Whiskey much, but nothing bothers Whiskey much. He’s just not the type to get bothered. He doesn’t see why everyone else has to get so excited about shit. Life is the way it is, that’s Whiskey’s point of view and always has been. You take it and you deal with it.
And he deals with Tango. What’s the alternative, really? Bitch at him for all his questions? What good will that do? It’ll just upset Tango, and then he’ll have an upset Tango to deal with. Nah, it’s better to just indulge him. Let him be himself. Honestly, Whiskey secretly finds it kind of satisfying to hang out with Tango. Everything excites him, and it’s fun to watch. In a way, letting Tango get excited about things is the closest Whiskey can come to getting excited himself.
Today Tango’s in his dorm room. He asked if he could come, and Whiskey shrugged, because sure, hanging out with Tango is usually better than not hanging out with him, he guesses. Maybe it’ll even help. Lately Whiskey’s room has felt a bit like a prison. He’s not happy in the confines of small rooms in general, and this one feels particularly small, particularly confining. Sometimes he think he’ll itch to death if he stays there one more minute.
But maybe Tango will bring some… color to it, for lack of a better word. Some dimension. Just walking beside him, Whiskey feels something akin to encouragement. Being with Tango, he can breathe that much easier.
just moving along like everyone else 