Tango opened the door to Steve’s closet, their closet, trying to find a place to put all of his stuff. The move in hadn’t been nearly as daunting as he thought it would be, but one thing lingered. They had to clean out the closet. There was just no way they were going to fit Tango’s clothes, Steve’s clothes and all of the random assortment of junk on the floor in the tiny space.
Tango looked down. Just what the hell was all of that? On his hands and knees he started pulling stuff out of the bottom of the closet. Shoes were tossed into a pile, many he was certain hadn’t been worn in awhile, some just needed to be thrown away. A box of paperwork was set aside for Steve to go through. But there was a black gym bag in the back… Tango was impressed by the weight of it as he pulled it from the back of the closet. Unzipping it, his face lit up in surprise.