[ they don't even have to move onto the dance floor. right here would be all right, wouldn't it? but dutch follows, because she's definitely still interested, sliding one hand onto his shoulder. ]
[ He's awkward, there's no bones about it. He leads her out, and spends a moment to look around and see what other people are doing before he starts doing the same, holding his hand out to take it and start dancing with her. He keeps his touch careful, not because he thinks he can hurt her but because... well, he doesn't even want to chance it. ]
[ she wouldn't let him hurt her -- or if he did, she'd hurt him back worse. that's how it goes with dutch. right now, she doesn't feel any inclination to hurt anyone, though. instead, she feels something soft, reminiscent of the little girl who didn't want to kill.
it's enough to prompt her to set her head against randel's shoulder. ]
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it's enough to prompt her to set her head against randel's shoulder. ]