The confidence in Bones' touch startles Jim, though it shouldn't. Bones has a surgeon's hands, surety and precision in the pressure of each of his fingertips, and Jim sways into him as a new song begins.

He can't look up without looking right into Bones' eyes, or at his mouth, and Jim stares at Bones' hips, letting the hand on his own guide him into motion. "You're good at this," he exhales.