[a papable shiver runs up yusuke's spine when ren touches it, and he's suddenly glad that he decided to press forward when he did, because it means he can hide his face near ren's shoulder. not that he's embarrassed, really, but... he can't imagine what kind of expression he's making right now. he feels dizzy, but not from the quick movements of the dance, not because of turning in circles, no. it's something else.

when did this happen? at what point did yusuke get so caught up in the atmosphere between them that he let himself go like this? though, truth be told... he can't find it in him to regret it. but now he's uncertain, now he's not sure what to do next--but the hand at yusuke's lower back reassures him, somehow. is the song even still playing anymore? are they still trying to follow a beat? yusuke can't tell, he can no longer hear the music, he can only hear the pounding in his ears.

his fingers curl and grasp ren's shoulder, his thumb rubbing back and forth over the fabric, like a small tactile anchor amidst waves of emotion and sensation.]

Very well. I trust you.

[he means it, too.]