it’s the way tan loves, loudly, proudly, shamelessly, and fang lets it heal the broken pieces inside him; it’s the way he lets himself be enveloped by tan’s protection even if it (outwardly) exasperates him. it’s the way fang reciprocates with his own acts of service, his quiet expressions of gratitude, and tan, who never expects anything in return, understands.
it’s the way fang smiles so freely, eyes twinkling and helplessly besotted to tan’s silly whims, when they’re alone, but also that he’s learning to be vulnerable out in the open, in front of their friends and in front of the world, for tan.
it’s the way tan is so quick to reassure fang of his unwavering feelings — that he’s content to just be in his presence, the confirmation that he will never leave him, his “I like every version of you” because it’s I see you and I know you and I love all that you are and all that you’re not.
it’s the way tan unabashedly worships the ground fang walks on, but fang has his own intimate altar of devotion that reveals itself more and more with each passing episode.
I will forever be in love with how tanfang love each other. they are so, so dear to me.