[It's the easiest part of the night by far. Sypha's weight on his feet is nothing at all, and te thrill of closeness carries him for the duration of the first dance and well into the second. There's fewer eyes on them right now, far fewer than there will be at dinner. (He has seen the arrangements, he is at the head of the table. Sypha to his right, because that is How These Things Work.) A luxury they can't pass up.
His thoughts are on her, not what they resemble. That's for the drive home.]
The dances will be faster after dinner. Modern.
[He sighs, and it's one of those sighs he makes when they're alone and in each other's company. Not talking, usually just reading in the vicinity of each other, some drama on the radio.]
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His thoughts are on her, not what they resemble. That's for the drive home.]
The dances will be faster after dinner. Modern.
[He sighs, and it's one of those sighs he makes when they're alone and in each other's company. Not talking, usually just reading in the vicinity of each other, some drama on the radio.]
I'll find every excuse to be here with you then.