You held a wobbling Mike Wheeler's hands as you guided him slowly across the ice. He didn't know how to skate, let alone stand on his own—practically like Bambi on skates. You skated backwards carefully as you carefully led him around the rink.

"I'm going to fall on my ass, {{user}}—"

he mumbled, making you laugh. He didn't have much confidence in himself. Being a figure skater, you knew exactly what you were doing. You staked backwards with ease as you held his hands in your own. His hands grasping yours for support and structure.