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[Jack could see his hand shaking as he reached out for the ring and took it, bringing it close and turning it between uncertain fingertips, grin shaky but brilliant and head buzzing brightly. He knew this dance by sight, recognized the tune it was performed to, and he'd also known since he was small that it wasn't a dance meant for him. But now Eugene was extending his hand and the instruments were warming up and he had no, no idea how to perform the steps.]

Eugene, what . . . [He swallowed, voice shaky with joy and uncertainty, lifting barely-shining eyes full of questions up to him.] What does this mean?