"Well, then," he murmured. "Let's dance." Yes, it was mostly going to be the cling and sway, but that wasn't anything to complain about.
Pete rather enjoyed the lack of height difference himself. Tall girls like Kit had long legs, and because she was a dancer, they were lovely, shapely long legs. It certainly made dancing easier and getting into certain positions properly much easier.
Life had always been fragile. Wisdom was keenly aware of that. He'd lost his mother to a complete bloody fluke of Sod's Law. She'd been sitting in her own home by a window waiting for him to come visit the same day a spree murderer had decided to go on a walk and shoot everyone in sight. It'd taken the end of the bloody world nearly for him to get past blaming himself for that. The world was more dangerous, yes, but it didn't change the fact that people died all the time before and the choice was to break or move on. That hadn't changed at all.
Yes, life in Xavier's colony was about as luxurious as it got in their world now. But it was also restrictive. Regimented, with so many rules and regulations to keep everybody as safe as possible all the time. He'd had more freedom when he'd been working for Black Air than here. If it weren't for Kit being here and the hope of something worth sticking around for, he'd have cleared off the second the Cruz kids were settled. Nice as actual electricity, heat and running water were, there wasn't anything else appealing about the place. Except the woman in his arms.
Pete turned his face, pressing his lips to Kitty's cheek as they swayed to the almost subdued song. He'd never been opposed to being physically demonstrative in his affection, but this kind of intimacy he'd rarely enjoyed.