[His eyebrows shoot up at the comment. Dancing in the rain, huh? Dancing in general.
When she takes his hand, he threads his fingers through hers easily enough, squeezing it as gently as she holds his own. There's something right about this, that fits together as well as their hands do. It has felt like, since she left, that there was this weight on his chest, something binding him and tightening slowly. It's at ease now.]
I could probably call up a little rain if that's what you really want. [A beat.] Or we could just dance without it.
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When she takes his hand, he threads his fingers through hers easily enough, squeezing it as gently as she holds his own. There's something right about this, that fits together as well as their hands do. It has felt like, since she left, that there was this weight on his chest, something binding him and tightening slowly. It's at ease now.]
I could probably call up a little rain if that's what you really want. [A beat.] Or we could just dance without it.