He asked if she was hiding over there.
She asked if it counted as hiding when everyone could already see her.
Something in his expression shifted at that. He looked at her differently, not with pity, and not with the careful, practiced sympathy she had grown used to. He just looked at her like he was actually paying attention.
Then he held out his hand and asked if she would like to dance.
She told him she could not.
He thought about that for exactly one second and said they would figure out what dancing looked like.
Before she could argue, he wheeled her out onto the dance floor.
She went rigid immediately and told him people were staring.
He said they had already been staring.
She said that did not help.
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