[For as troublesome as it might be her eyes light up as if imitating the sun and in her attempt to get up she scrambles awkwardly - the pot makes her limbs feel comfortingly not-there. She laughs through it while taking his hand before she stands (sways) upright and straightens her dress. When she puts her hands on him, though, one takes his hand and the other is on his waist.]
I can lead, if you want!
[To her currently addled brain that'll help with his dance anxiety!!]
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I can lead, if you want!
[To her currently addled brain that'll help with his dance anxiety!!]