Jack took hold of Greg's hand when the man peeled away and shrugged, "I ought to get back so I can tuck myself in with Jules, anyway," He was happy to lead the way off the dance floor, glancing back for a moment before heading out the doors and taking a breath of the fresh air.
"Good lord, dear, the outside world. It's beautiful," He grinned and began walking back towards the car, his grip on Greg's hand loosening a bit but he was loathe to let go. He liked holding hands, so sue him.