"Which best friend? The dead one from seventy years ago? Those sorts of things are impossible," he said simply and tilted his head back on his neck to look up at the sky. It was quite blue now, better than the sky he often looked up in the big cities that was crowded with metal and wires. This was much better. "I can grow a beard if you want."

He frowned at the idea of dancing, but something about the whole idea was somehow... appealing. He didn't know why or how, but he listened a little more closely to the sound, picking out the rhythm before he slowly pushed himself out of his seat and rolled his red sleeves up to his elbows. He extended his metal hand to her. "Show me."