It's still a little odd, for him. All these people around, and there's always that half-creeping feeling that someone will throw them a dirty look, or the whispering will start. It's ridiculous, of course. He's been out of his own world for long enough now that he should know it doesn't make a difference to anyone here.
He also knows if anything tried to say anything, particularly pointed Jacob, he might end up tossing them into a nearby table. So it's for the best that nothing of the sort happens, and once their hands are clasped on the dance floor it's just a matter of moving.
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It's still a little odd, for him. All these people around, and there's always that half-creeping feeling that someone will throw them a dirty look, or the whispering will start. It's ridiculous, of course. He's been out of his own world for long enough now that he should know it doesn't make a difference to anyone here.
He also knows if anything tried to say anything, particularly pointed Jacob, he might end up tossing them into a nearby table. So it's for the best that nothing of the sort happens, and once their hands are clasped on the dance floor it's just a matter of moving.
Well. Kind of uncertain shuffling, in his case.