Though lifting was off the table, Vox was feeling fantastic enough to kick and hop to the tempo, drastically reveling in his recovery. He forgot how much it fucking SUCKED being injured like a normal person. And now, when he took Alastor's hand for a spin, or to dip him, there was a potent connection making it all feel just so amazing.

Fuck, look at Alastor move - he was just as athletic, just as in time with the music, stunning as hell - things couldn't get more perfect than this.