"He wants a dance," Gregory thought. He grew solemn. "To dance, one has to think about the other person, and step in time with them. One has to become involved. If I involve myself farther than I ought, then Dirs and I will become a new identity. I won't be Gregory.
"Ah, brilliant. If I don't, Tiffany will take my place. Then he wins."
Gregory walked toward Dirs. With every step, Gregory's face became like a mask, unchanging and guarded. He was becoming the partner Dirs hoped he would be, and after this dance, neither would be the same again.
Snapshot drabble. Nice.
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