[ but he should apologize for bringing her into this in the first place, that these teammates have gotten so comfortable with him that their teasing translates toward her. it's loving, he knows, and he takes comfort in knowing they think of him as one of his own. not as a wayne, or a vigilante, or something to be feared, but rather, just good old regular officer Grayson.

and he thinks she understands that, when she simply tells him she's happy for him, because for people like them, normal is a luxury. perhaps that's why he wants so badly to share it with her too, to indulge in the comfort of being just another person in a sea of people trying to do something together.

but the sentiment fades with a tip of his head as she playfully cants her own and steps away from him. ah. the mirth softens in his eyes as his grin widens and he relents. ]

Well, they get me most other nights, even if they don't fully know it, [ he says, as he shifts his hand to let her digits catch the edge of his his, where he follows the pull of her body and extends his arm just slightly. he doesn't dance often, but he's been an acrobat all his life, and he could never hold anything back when she looks at him like she does. he takes their hands to the side and finds her waist with his other, takes a step forward and glides her back with the soft tune drifting with the snow. ]

Thanks. For tonight. [ there's a closeness in his voice reserved for just her. ] You did so good, and I know you did it for me.