Summary: Connor watches closely as Tango scrolls through the pictures on his phone, that faint, familiar furrow to his brow that pushes him closer to ‘curious’ rather than ‘confused.’ Seeing it now makes something twist in Connor’s chest, makes him want to shout at him until it’s gone, until he’s back to normal—
“We look happy,” Tango says abruptly. “Ford and me—we look—I look—I look so gone on her, wow.”
“You are gone on her,” Connor says curtly, fighting the urge to grit his teeth. “You’re head over heels for her.” You idiot, he tacks on in the privacy of his own mind.
Maybe if he says it enough times, he can get through Tango’s thick-skulled, amnesiac head and get him back to the way he’s supposed to be.
Tango just frowns. “If you say so, man.”
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Or, the one where Whiskey already has enough problems hiding his feelings for his best friend’s girl, he doesn’t need said best friend losing his memory on top of that.