That's okay, so am I. [ he shrugs under Nico's hand and puts an end to it. he's not any better. he's already trying to count in his head and figure out the music to match with his steps when he takes the first one and tries not to look up at the ceiling to make it obvious that he's focusing really hard. all that practice in the mirror and with another friend and he's still probably going to mess this up by bumping into another couple or stomping on Nico's foot. ] You can't be perfect at everything.
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