queerplatonic tango x cleo where they are both pinning for eachother but none say anything about it because they both know its not exactly romantic love but there is *something*, they just don’t know what to call it.
it is however painfully obvious for the rest of the hermits, but seeing them go on rambles with their “what are we” for hours is just way too entertaining! they will know sooner or later, they love eachother anyway
In some ways, the hermits think they're already there. They might not have a name for it yet, but it doesn't change the simple fact of them.
And really, they're both getting a bit old for all this existentialism. They're not getting any younger (Cleo technically isn't getting older either, but hey.)
They're whatever they are. They love each other in their own way. Who cares.
