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Brad starts dancing in response, hips and knees and arms moving in beat to the music with giddy joy if not a lot of skill.

Patrice laughs.  They are meant to be leaders these days, veterans, adults with families and neat houses.  And yet, there is something to this weather, to the sun shining so happily in the blue skies, that makes everything lighter, better.  

He steps into the patch of sunlight that has become Brad’s impromptu stage--Brad whoops happily--and lets the music overtake him.

And they dance.  Brad’s beaming at him with his whole being.  When they are done, Patrice buries his head on Brad’s shoulder, because he can, because he wants to.  He is laughing like a kid, feels so light, he half-expects to take flight.  Brad’s hand immediately comes to rest on his back, fingers curling around a fistful of his shirt.