Bones' hips are their only point of contact, and while Jim lets go, he doesn't step back, staring back at Bones with color high in his cheeks. For once in his life, he's got nothing smart to say, finally pushing a, "Sorry," out of his mouth. "I didn't mean to make you stop. I just - "

Someone wraps a hand around Jim's chest from behind, trying to draw him into a dance, but Jim resists. "I just wanted to dance with you."