[He feels stiff and awkward, but does his best to ignore that and follow her direction, staring at their feet as they cautiously move together. There's a familiar twinge of nostalgia as they complete a set, but he crushes it down as soon as it starts niggling at him. His movements as they begin the second set are still clumsy, but have gained a small amount of certainty.
It's still miles behind where he had been when he'd just done it without thinking.]
How's this?
[He glances up at her face very briefly as he asks his question, before returning his attention to their feet.]
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It's still miles behind where he had been when he'd just done it without thinking.]
How's this?
[He glances up at her face very briefly as he asks his question, before returning his attention to their feet.]