[ Abel presses his lips together, finding himself worried about messing up even though he believes that Jeremiah isn't out to make him look foolish.
He mutely nods his agreement at starting half speed, and brings up his elbow just a touch higher to match Jeremiah's improved hold. He's trying to remember the steps, running them backward in his thoughts even though he knows he'll have Jeremiah's guiding hand, and it's enough to help him recall that he'll need to move his right foot first, from this position.
At the first step backwards, he's tempted to glance down and check his feet despite that having been worn out of him years ago. Instead, he looks back up at Jeremiah, offering a warm smile, enjoying this despite his nerves. ]
Ah, I really didn't think this is what we'd be doing when I asked you for a dance.
[ With how Abel says it, that doesn't sound like a bad thing. ]
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He mutely nods his agreement at starting half speed, and brings up his elbow just a touch higher to match Jeremiah's improved hold. He's trying to remember the steps, running them backward in his thoughts even though he knows he'll have Jeremiah's guiding hand, and it's enough to help him recall that he'll need to move his right foot first, from this position.
At the first step backwards, he's tempted to glance down and check his feet despite that having been worn out of him years ago. Instead, he looks back up at Jeremiah, offering a warm smile, enjoying this despite his nerves. ]
Ah, I really didn't think this is what we'd be doing when I asked you for a dance.
[ With how Abel says it, that doesn't sound like a bad thing. ]