Kitty would be okay eventually. Time was supposed to heal all, wasn't it? Besides, Kitty had good friends that were there for her. She also had plenty of things to keep her busy. She'd find ways to keep her from dwelling on this. It wasn't like anything had changed. Her Mike was dead, this was a different and younger Mike that didn't know her. She just had to remember that much, though Kitty wasn't sure that would make it any easier.
It wasn't hard for Kitty to understand Mike was in over his head with things here. It didn't help things, but she was aware. Sometimes logic and the brain...they didn't really help when it came to emotions or the heart.
Kitty gave a light smile and looked at him, feeling his hand on her shoulder. Sucking in a breath Kitty nodded, "I'd actually like that. Dancing can be therapeutic and helpful in a time like this. Definitely be good for me." Kitty joked a little bit, nodding. "I have to warn you, though. I'm pretty damn good." It was easier to try and make things light.