"What?" Tango's eyebrows furrowed at the strange look Steve was giving him, his head tilting slightly to the side.
"I still can't believe you're in a handbell choir. Forget the fact that you just called it 'So Pretty'."
His lips pursed for a moment has he kept glancing at Steve, before sighing out extra loudly. Alright, so a handbell choir wasn't the most manly thing, but he didn't care. It was something his mother had gotten him into when he was younger, so that the times he spent at her house after the divorce, he could do more than just sit there and sulk. He had hated it at first, but after hearing the bells? The way that they all combined to make the soft, tinkling music? It had captured his interest, and he loved it.
"Isn't it a little... I don't know, gay?"
Instantly, his eyes narrowed, his hand raising to point his finger at Steve. "It isn't gay, it's an awesome past time. And it is very pretty. Here, hand me that bell, I'll show you." He waited a moment as Steve rolled his eyes before holding out the bell that he had placed on the table. Snatching it back from him, he bit on his lip for a moment. He had performed many times with his handbell choir, sure, but alone? And when he could feel the camera facing him? He was almost positive that this was going to end up on Syfy, all their non-investigation moments, especially when it was embarrassing to him, showed up there. "Just... it's not the same without the rest of the bells, but just listen. And I don't want a peep out of you, do you understand?" He watched as Steve once more rolled his eyes before nodding.
He could feel his cheeks darkening as he closed his eyes, hitting the bell against his palm in a slow rhythm at first. He was embarrassed, but his point had to be made. Quietly under his breath, he started to hum the song that his choir had started to work on in the last few weeks, and he hit the bell against his palm when it was his time to in the score. He only hoped that his single bell was enough to help his case, his humming filling in the empty spots.
He kept hitting the bell against his palm for a few moments before he let the final, long last note ring out around them. Slowly, he opened his eyes, letting his brown ones find Steve's face, studying him. He had only worked with taps for a year or two, and in that time, he had done everything in his power to make the older tech manager proud of him. More so than everyone else, and he wasn't sure why. But seeing the look that Steve was giving him, something between amusement and uncertainy, he felt his face flush deeper as he put the bell down. "You know, never mind. I said it wouldn't be the same without the rest of the choir..." His words trailed off as he turned, moving away from the table and grabbing up the K-II that they had put down a few moments ago, when he felt the hand grab his wrist.
"Hey, wait up, rookie."
Slowly, he turned his head, looking up through his lashes at the older male to see him shrug, one of his hands pulling the hat off of his head. His eyes watched as the hand left his wrist, moving through the other's hair before the hat was put back on his head.
"With or without the rest of your... choir, it didn't sound bad. Sorry for what I said. I'll have to come to one of your concerts, or whatever."
He knew his face was still red, and he couldn't explain why, but that simple sentence, that one statement, made his lips pull into a wide smile as he nodded enthusiastically. "That would be awesome! I'll tell you when the next one is." As Steve nodded, turning away from him to grab up the equipment that he had set down on the other side of the room, Tango tried to ignore his pounding heart, and the sudden want for a concert date to be told to him.