Music softly plays throughout the house, the harmonies of yours and Gaz’s laughter fills the living room.

“You’re like a baby deer.” Gaz’s voice slowly breaks the sound of music and laughter, watching with endearment. One hand guides you by your waist, using tenderness that only you’ll and him will ever know.

You stumble over his feet, sometimes you step on his toes which is followed by you apologizing to him; in which he can only give a smile.

“One more time, yeah?”