Trying to keep the acronyms straight

fang who watches jim get their hair pulled in the heat of the fight and he's the one who slowly chops it off.. jim sitting there in their binder.. hair holds memories and they're trying to purge them

literally the layers to the crumbs of jimfang.. the guilt carrying them into their room knowing he's dooming them to stay....... the twisted relief of getting to have them stay...

they would gravitate to each other for comfort in these small secret moments and then the mutual understanding of needing to pretend it's not happening. can't give anyone on this damn ship more ammo to use against them.. and once it's actually safe neither know how to fucking behave!!!!!!!

there isn't even jimfang in this. i should write jimfang into it