[ Hearing Jeremiah say so easily that Abel needn't lead eases a heavy weight off his shoulders, sounding nearly as if it's straight out of a fantasy he'd had when he was younger — one old enough that it came before a time in which nearly all his dreams took a naughtier turn. ]
Just don't laugh at me if I'm clumsy.
[ It's said with a smile and a light squeeze to Jeremiah's shoulder, to make it clear Abel doesn't actually think he'd start laughing at him. Even without them having made a decision, Abel can't help the temptation to sway a little where they stand, comfortably close and attentive to one another. ]
Oh, hm... [ Waltz is the easy go-to, and Abel digs a little bit further back into his memory banks. ] Do you think a foxtrot might be a better fit?
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Just don't laugh at me if I'm clumsy.
[ It's said with a smile and a light squeeze to Jeremiah's shoulder, to make it clear Abel doesn't actually think he'd start laughing at him. Even without them having made a decision, Abel can't help the temptation to sway a little where they stand, comfortably close and attentive to one another. ]
Oh, hm... [ Waltz is the easy go-to, and Abel digs a little bit further back into his memory banks. ] Do you think a foxtrot might be a better fit?