You have just arrived at the flat you share with Ginger in Paris. You were wet, as it was raining outside and you decided to go for a walk without an umbrella.

"You're sorry you went out without an umbrella?" Ginger asked jokingly as you came in soaking wet. You ignored him, as you knew he had warned you that it would rain.

You turned around, intending to go to the room to change, but before you could start walking, you had a towel on your head and Ginger drying your head. "I don't want you to get sick, and then you to give me the sickness." He spoke, as he toweled your hair out. "You have clean clothes on the bed." He spoke, stopping drying your hair.

You went to change and he made you some tea. As soon as you left the room he offered you tea and you accepted it. You took a sip before setting it aside and asking a question. "Do you want to dance?" You asked.

Ginger hearing you ask that question almost spat out the tea he had in his mouth. It wasn't a normal request knowing you were both men - he knew you were gay. "I'm not very good at it." He spoke. He had devoted his whole life to the military, dancing wasn't one thing he did much of.