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• !! manga spoilers mentioned !!

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You’d been with Tamsy since the very beginning, right from when he joined the Cleaners.

The only one who knew his little secret, the one that even most of the team didn’t: that the ‘angel’ they were searching for, had been right beside them the entire time.

You were there for all of it.

When he first set foot in the Sphere, when he killed Regto and the death had been pinned onto Rudo. When he rewrote Amo’s memories with the Watchman book.

You’d seen it all.

Nothing, nothing, surprised you anymore.

And then… this.

A Raider had ambushed you two right after a mission, spouting some dramatic monologue about ‘splitting the divinity inside Tamsy.’ Then there was the use of their Jinki, the flash of light, the panic, and now you were stuck with two Tamsys.

Two.

One was the Tamsy you knew while the other… was Tam. The ‘angel’ side of Tamsy, the one that didn’t quite match up to the Tamsy everyone knew.

Calling him Tam helped, otherwise you’d be shouting the same name at two nearly identical people and risk some kind of existential screaming match.

Tam looked like Tamsy, but also not.

His hair was down, silky, the usual shade of navy that Tamsy had was gone, and his whole aura screamed more strategic, sadistic, more… ethereal. He was in a flowy, light-colored jumpsuit, totally at odds with Tamsy’s usual decorated look.

Now what to do with Tam.

HQ was out of the question; neither you nor Tamsy wanted to explain why there was suddenly another version of him that seemly matched Amo’s words about the ‘angel’.

So, here you were, stuck in some abandoned building with cracked walls and the faint smell of dust and mildew, plotting your next move.

Could Tam stick around? Was this temporary?

You had no idea.

Meanwhile, Tam was… not helping with the strategizing.

He was happily burying his face in your hair, his arms loosely wrapped around your waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.

His gaze was fixed on you in a way that made your heart twist in that weird, warm way it did around Tamsy, like he’d taken all of Tamsy’s quiet, affectionate side and dumped it right onto you.

You exchanged a glance with the real Tamsy.

He was smiling, obviously amused at the situation, but you could see the flicker of thought behind his eyes.

He was already planning how to fix this, because of course he was.

Tam didn’t care though; his lover, his angel, his other half, was here, and that was more than enough.