That's fine. We don't need to know the same dances. The heart knows the steps.

[He tilts his head towards the dance floor, indicating for his friend to follow him before he sets out into a space a little away from other groups, but still on the dance floor.

Once the other man joins him, he slips his hand against his own. A few months ago, Kazuha wouldn't have touched him so boldly with his scarred hand, concerned about repulsing others. He's gained confidence.]

You're not doing well. I can sense that your time here hasn't been quite pleasant. I can't change the past, but maybe I can give you some comfort for the present and future.