[ Hank is smiling as he holds John's hand and follows him off the dance floor, except... The further they get away from the music, the more its effects wear off from Hank's mind. He blinks, suddenly not sure why he's holding this guy's hand so flirtatiously. He pulls his hand back, stopping in his tracks as he comes to his senses, stammering. ]
I, uh. I'm sorry, that was... I don't know what I'm doing.
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I, uh. I'm sorry, that was... I don't know what I'm doing.