"Well, it's easier than you think."

He placed her hand on his shoulder. He curled his fingers around one hand, and placed his other on her hip.

"Just move with the music."

The song was slow enough, even with it's strong, jazzy beat. He moved in time to the music, leading her with him.

His grin was probably larger than it had been in years.

"When somebody needs you
It's no good unless she needs you
All the way

Through the good or lean years
and for all the between years
Come what may..."