"Is that..."

Jimmy stared at the man in shock, green eyes locked on a cowboy-ified version of his boyfriend, arms out wide for a hug.

"My rancher?"

Jimmy turned away from Grian, breaking into a dead sprint.

His hat went flying off his head, landing somewhere behind him, his wings flapped twice to speed him up, and he practically flew into Tango's arms.

He felt those two comforting, strong arms that he knew so well clamp around his back, lift him up, and spin him.

"My rancher!" Tango cheered.

"My rancher!" Jimmy echoed, as his feet landed back on the floor.

Jimmy felt Tango's tail curl around his ankle, and he sighed in contentment. "Tango."

"Jimmy." Tango replied, pulling Jimmy down to press their foreheads together.

Hang on. Down?

Jimmy pulled back to stare down at Tango. "Since when were you shorter than me?"