[It's senseless, but — those words and the sentiment tenderly buried within them coax a veil of tears over his eyes. He's afraid if he blinks they'll break, wetting his lashes, his cheeks.]

All right. I'll try it for you.

[Cy could offer to teach him anything and he'd want to learn.]

I don't know what I would do without you here with me. [The words are a ragged, struggling stream of fear, turning his head to put it back against one of Cy's shoulders, tucking in as close as he can get.] I need you. More than I've ever needed anyone. I'm afraid to be alone again.

[It's an abrupt divergence from the subject of dancing, but his thoughts are out of step with his self-control.]