[This whole place . . . he should probably be more worried than he is, but somehow, everything seems like it's gonna be pretty much fine. He's comfortable, like he's surrounded by people he knows — and maybe that's true. He hasn't decided how much of what he's seeing and perceiving is real and how much isn't, but regardless, he trusts his instincts, and they say there's nothing to be afraid of. Not yet.]
[So he gravitates towards food and people and, once his belly is full, dancing. The air is thick with laughter and his face hurts already from smiling. Except he hasn't been. He hasn't been, he can just . . . feel it. He likes it here. He's having fun dancing. Even though he isn't dancing yet.]
[It feels natural. He doesn't think about it. Breathes in the salt air and meanders toward the gazebo.]
[And then there's a hand held out in front of him. Wanna dance? she asks, with bright enthusiasm he can feel from his weak knees to his heating cheeks and buried deep in his heart like it's making its way from the inside out again.]
[He nods. And takes her hand because what is he, some kind of fucking monster? It'd be a crime not to. That and — and he thinks he's supposed to. He's got to. This is where he's meant to be.]
4 (i changed my mind)
[So he gravitates towards food and people and, once his belly is full, dancing. The air is thick with laughter and his face hurts already from smiling. Except he hasn't been. He hasn't been, he can just . . . feel it. He likes it here. He's having fun dancing. Even though he isn't dancing yet.]
[It feels natural. He doesn't think about it. Breathes in the salt air and meanders toward the gazebo.]
[And then there's a hand held out in front of him. Wanna dance? she asks, with bright enthusiasm he can feel from his weak knees to his heating cheeks and buried deep in his heart like it's making its way from the inside out again.]
[He nods. And takes her hand because what is he, some kind of fucking monster? It'd be a crime not to. That and — and he thinks he's supposed to. He's got to. This is where he's meant to be.]
Do your worst. You leading? [God, she's pretty.]