[If he approaches it that way - if he reminds himself of the yielding sturdiness of the mats underfoot, the echo of voices on the cement walls, the wave of motion caused by his peers executing the exact same movement he is in perfect unison - he is better able to focus. Ironically, he muses, it is the selfsame combative closeness at the root of his aversion in the first place, but this he can do. If he keeps himself loose and ready for the touch on his hip to turn into his back slamming to the floor, it bothers him less.
He is familiar with music, of course, but dancing is completely alien; he does not notice the absence of it, doesn't think to think it odd. She pulls him along at first and he counts to four over and over in his head, and it isn't long at all before she's no longer pulling him.
Ben glances up from watching their combined movements.] You can go faster.
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He is familiar with music, of course, but dancing is completely alien; he does not notice the absence of it, doesn't think to think it odd. She pulls him along at first and he counts to four over and over in his head, and it isn't long at all before she's no longer pulling him.
Ben glances up from watching their combined movements.] You can go faster.