He didn't go dancing as much, lately, due to time. He always danced, somehow, if only in his apartment, but Zach was pleased to find someone to dance with again. He nodded enthusiastically and pulled out a few good last moves before the song ended. Conversation was easy enough after dancing, and he could dance to almost anything.
"We'll have to do that then," Zach replied, "You can poke me any time to dance. I can be...forgetful. But I don't mean to. You're not forgettable. I mean..." That had come out wrong. Zach bit the inside of his cheek.