Kerr stumbled slightly at the quote as he began leading Digital in a slow, sweeping foxtrot around the room (and, as it turned out, around his neatly-dropped partner). He hadn't had a whole lot of kissing in his life of late but that didn't stop him playing along - once he recovered his equilibrium.
It had been decades since he'd danced properly but Kerr had been trained in ballroom dancing and used it as often as he could throughout his long life. The foxtrot was his favourite. He was dressed poorly compared to his partner, though at least he was wearing black trousers tonight, instead of jeans, and his wine red dress shirt - though tie-less - was neatly buttoned almost to his throat. He didn't match Digital's shoes perfectly but it wasn't a terrible pairing either, he thought.
"Why, Digital, are you offering?" he queried as he moved Digital into a promenade spin that made his skirts twirl beautifully before Kerr pulled him back into chasse and back hover position, their legs pressed between each other and their feet gliding as they continued to promenade to nonexistent music. "And here I was only looking for you because I need your help with our app."
And because I forgive you, he thought but didn't say.
The muscular man in his arms had done him a terrible wrong by killing his sire and original fledges but time had helped his heart heal. It had also shown him that Digital had likely been right because Ben truly did have a knack for making bad decisions and he could understand, after his lover had spent a year in bed with Charon (mourning Kerr), that he would likely have been drawn negatively to his grand sire eventually. Sawyl had been the master of trouble, so Ben would've been absorbed without a problem.
He'd accepted that it was for the best and his heart was opening to Digital once more. He held him close as they tumbled and hovered across the spontaneous 'dance floor', grateful to have found him at last.
