Tex is fabulous.
Remember when fly masks were the devil incarnate? Now, he comes to me for his fly mask, stands quietly, and lets me fiddle with his ears while slipping it on.
I'm not careful, I put it on in the same matter-of-fact way I do with all the other horses. The other morning, he leaned into it, turning his head and dropping it so I could more easily slip in his ear.
We aren't doing much that is "constructive" in a traditional training sense, but we continue to build our bond.
He will leave his hay and Flash to hang out with me.
He walks with me at liberty in his pasture, sometimes for a decent distance, and I'm able to pull him close with my energy when he drifts.
He has days where he is less brave and days where he is more, but I can always approach him and he always comes right back to me. On his brave days, I walk around him, drape my arm across his back, hug his neck and rub him all over. He cocks his hind foot, turns his head, and looks at me with a soft, amused expression.