"No you're not," Orym murmurs quietly, fingers continuing what he hopes is a soothing touch through Dorian's hair. "But you will be." He knows that Dorian would manage this, that they'll both pull it together.

They can afford a moment or two to breathe and gather themselves. Dorian had caught the eyes and attention of the people he needed to. Out here they were alone, the music from inside the only thing that really made its way to reach them.

"Dance with me, Dorian?"