Re: At the end of the street under the lights; Hugh M./cobbled
“Dancing is Magic,” Hugh glanced to the man beside him, eyes twinkling. Maybe that was slightly overstated, but he tended to think not. The number of times that someone had felt like magic in his arms, or an evening had shifted just because of dance. The way music and space could improve his whole mood. These things were magic to him whether anyone else could see it or not. “Of course there are steps, but it's more than just steps. It always is.”
He wasn't certain how to explain that exactly and for a moment he glanced out. “The right partner can make your feet lighter and your evening better. I don’t know what more to say than that.”
The urchin was no one he would typically dance with, but this was Repose. And Hugh was learning to accept atypical. “Do you want to give it a try?”