[He's only just managed to recover from the worst rush of emotionality — those words bring it back, threatening another wave of tears, barely swallowed back when his head lifts to nudge in closer.]
I believe you.
[His right hand searches for one of Cy's, fingers curling.]
no subject
I believe you.
[His right hand searches for one of Cy's, fingers curling.]
You would really teach me how to dance?