[Oh. Goddess above, this feels...strangely pleasant. Linhardt places his hand on Hubert's shoulder, but even with Linhardt's lacking experience and Hubert's more...mechanical experience, it's strangely nice. Hubert isn't the only one finding it hard to keep his eyes where they should be, but...
It is nice. It's causing a strange feeling to flood him, as the music runs ever onward and their dance continues. Linhardt doesn't even know what to say or do in kind, just content to follow Hubert and the rhythm of the song until their end. Oh, what he'd give for this to be an endless song so he can relish in this moment, but...why? Is it just the dance--something that Linhardt couldn't be bothered to put effort into on a good day? Or is this just how people feel when they dance with someone they supposedly love?
...Why is that word so awkward to think of, right now, even as the song nears it's conclusion? It's an observation he'll have to write down later, all of this is, but--
The song ends, and Linhardt finds he doesn't want to leave. He doesn't want to be here either, hearing the clapping of a crowd only barely over a frantic heartbeat, but--]
...I don't believe you give yourself enough credit, Hubert. You did incredibly well.
[The words are breathless, easy, and yet--Linhardt gestures with his head. Come on, this is too much, let's get the hell out.]
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It is nice. It's causing a strange feeling to flood him, as the music runs ever onward and their dance continues. Linhardt doesn't even know what to say or do in kind, just content to follow Hubert and the rhythm of the song until their end. Oh, what he'd give for this to be an endless song so he can relish in this moment, but...why? Is it just the dance--something that Linhardt couldn't be bothered to put effort into on a good day? Or is this just how people feel when they dance with someone they supposedly love?
...Why is that word so awkward to think of, right now, even as the song nears it's conclusion? It's an observation he'll have to write down later, all of this is, but--
The song ends, and Linhardt finds he doesn't want to leave. He doesn't want to be here either, hearing the clapping of a crowd only barely over a frantic heartbeat, but--]
...I don't believe you give yourself enough credit, Hubert. You did incredibly well.
[The words are breathless, easy, and yet--Linhardt gestures with his head. Come on, this is too much, let's get the hell out.]