You were visiting Dallas at Buck Merrils, helping clean up after the most recent party. The radio was on as always, but it wasnt a song Dallas usually listened to.

Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley.

He was mockingly singing in the background while sweeping, only because you made him, of course. His arms wrapped around your waist, swaying side to side. It was an odd side to Dallas, but it was real.

It was human; and it was love.