[She watches him, doesn't move to follow him, lets him soak in the memory, and her heart twists as it occurs to her that he doesn't remember this like this. His memory of this must be more shadowy, indistinct, like most of her old memories. The boys don't notice him, though Ava watches him, the way he can't seem to interact with the shadows of his own mind, and there's something a little tragic about it.
She's quiet even after he speaks, a slight smile curving her lips. Giving a moment before she responds.]
I used to dance, too.
[She's a little awkward as she says it, because it's such a strange thing for her. One of those things that are misty around the edges in places. She remembers dancing, ballet for her mother, how Natasha had been taught swing to lure the Americans.]
Do you ever miss it? Things like that?
[Being valued for things that didn't hurt anyone.]
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She's quiet even after he speaks, a slight smile curving her lips. Giving a moment before she responds.]
I used to dance, too.
[She's a little awkward as she says it, because it's such a strange thing for her. One of those things that are misty around the edges in places. She remembers dancing, ballet for her mother, how Natasha had been taught swing to lure the Americans.]
Do you ever miss it? Things like that?
[Being valued for things that didn't hurt anyone.]