Cinna just barely presses his cheek into Grey's palm, making the touch more solid and real. Sometimes he still can't believe that Grey is here, that they ended up here together. He feels so undeserving. People from Panem don't usually get good things like this whether it's deserving or not. And whether or not it's deserving in Cinna's case is up for debate, he thinks. Cinna is harder on himself than anyone else ever could be.
This is his good thing and he finds himself more than a little bit selfish about it.
When Grey tilts his head in the direction of an area cordoned off for dancing, Cinna can't help the soft smile that pulls at the corners of his lips. He remembers teaching Grey to dance. He remembers learning to sway back and forth with him instead of using actual steps to dance. Good memories, both of them.
"I think I would enjoy that, yes." He says, setting his empty glass of wine down and walking hand-in-hand with Grey toward the floor. There, he turns to face him and one hand slips to Grey's waist. The other, with their joined hands, is curled in against his chest between them.
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This is his good thing and he finds himself more than a little bit selfish about it.
When Grey tilts his head in the direction of an area cordoned off for dancing, Cinna can't help the soft smile that pulls at the corners of his lips. He remembers teaching Grey to dance. He remembers learning to sway back and forth with him instead of using actual steps to dance. Good memories, both of them.
"I think I would enjoy that, yes." He says, setting his empty glass of wine down and walking hand-in-hand with Grey toward the floor. There, he turns to face him and one hand slips to Grey's waist. The other, with their joined hands, is curled in against his chest between them.