[ Kalim laughs. Full, warm, stretching the entire breadth of the ruins and out into the night air. He laughs in that unfettered way that he can only manage with Jamil, grinning so widely he can barely see, and winds Jamil closer through the first turn in the dance. ]

Everyone would have to join in! There'd be no escape for anyone, not even you.

[ It doesn't sound like a threat. Not when Kalim has his hand on Jamil's lower back through a twirl, and certainly not when he leans into a small dip. One they quickly come out of in favor of a shuffle.

It's easy to focus on the choreography, easier still to laugh about what Jamil calls a nightmare and Kalim calls a dream. Better than focusing on how sweetly the warmth blooms in his chest when they touch, or how expertly they move around each other -- with each other -- the boon of a lifetime of dancing hand in hand and knowing one another like no one else ever will. Dancing comes to them as naturally as breathing, and it's the one time when everything feels right, no matter what else is transpiring outside of whatever they've chosen as their dancefloor. ]

We should do this every night! We used to. Why don't we anymore?