[Honestly, this really should be the awkwardest thing in the world by all logical means. They have no idea what they're doing. For an onlooker it likely would look like something stilted, even as Sorey smiles like that to the point that Mikleo almost wants to advert his gaze. He might as well be looking at the sun directly, and yet he doesn't quite manage to look away.]
From what I understand, it should go like...
[His voice trails off, stepping closer a little too as they match up, they adjust, and that unspoken understanding of each other is what ultimately makes up for whatever else doesn't come so naturally. Dancing. He squeezes Sorey's hand, aware of the touch of his palm at his back. None of this is in a bad way.]