[Hands turn over in his lap. Eyes glance at her through lashes, staring from the side. Lips twist and his throat echoes: a small bemused noise that people who know him well will know as laughter.]

Life is broad. Yet can be encompassed all within one word.

[But he gets her point.]

You have to dance the dance but mess up once and, well... it's hard to get back into the swing of things.