Quiet your mind. [She reaches up to brush her fingertips against his temple, feeling the anxiety starting to radiate off of him as it bubbles up.] Would I match you if we weren't? [And she does consider him her best friend here. Lest he worry further. She tries to push that thought, that feeling of warmth at him. Hoping he'll be able to feeling it]
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Maybe my best friend will join me in a dance.