#t&j

Jimmy repressed a shiver, reminding himself that he was on camera, that Scar was watching, that thousands of people were watching from a dozen different cameras, that he had to say something, because Scar had said something.

He scoffed with his whole body and Tangos hand slid along his back, but didn't fall. Tango didn't drop the contact, just held his hand like it belonged there. Worse still, even Jimmy didn't drop his arm immediately, soaking in the proximity while he could. He wasn't sure if he could swing another hug like this until they were saying their goodbyes, after all. Tangos hand pressed against his spine, leaving everywhere his hand wasn't feeling cold and neglected.

Jimmy could feel his fingers spasm a bit against Tangos shoulder blade, and the moment passed. They had to break away.