[An instinctual hesitation wants to grip at him, but the music is bright and infectiously cheerful and her smile disarms him -- which comes with its own sense of deja vu, like he was always bad at resisting exactly smiles like hers.
This time, he does take her hand, though he looks off to the side, a little flustered. He mumbles:]
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This time, he does take her hand, though he looks off to the side, a little flustered. He mumbles:]
Sorry if I step on your toes or somethin'.