He sensed her surprise when he simply pulled her into the next dance, drawing her with him even if neither of them could actually do it perfectly. Either long out of practice and having never particularly practiced at all, they moved still, bumping knees, brushing feet, and he was pretty sure that was her foot he stepped on once when he tried to avoid a chair. It was almost a moment of care-free attempts at being normal people, though he doubted many people just spontaneously started to dance in the backyard of a house they were borrowing.

Still, when the song ended and no new one took its place, he reluctantly released the hold that he had on Stephanie and stepped away. He reached up instead to smooth at his bangs which had come loose and draped around his face again. "I think we both need practice."