This isn't strictly ballroom. New steps come and they go. Matt has fallen into this warm acceptance of this trinity. As they go more comes into play. If she can go backwards and in heels they have to proceed sure footed.

Smoochie noises warm his face in a far more controlled, pronounced way he is happy for. Sickness can't stop how he feels. "I do. I mean, I've grown so accustomed to them. To be without them... unthinkable."

Matt holds the phone away. He knows those shoes. His heart lightens and he turns his feet her way. Usually any time he would be racing that way. The first impulse is do to so. Turning around so fast and there are the spins that he thought had given up on him. "My sickness wouldn't know what hit it."