In his dreams, they danced.
He hadn't danced since his wedding, and that had only been at Nancy's demand. But he couldn't deny that he had thought of dancing with Elizabeth more than once, her body pressed against his as he breathed her in.
He'd never get that chance now.
But in his dreams, they danced. On the balcony, the city shining against the darkness behind them. Sometimes he could hear music, and he would rest his mouth against her ear and just hum, feeling her lips quirk up against his skin. They moved slowly, but with intention, fingers twined and bodies sharing heat.
He wondered if he'd find his dreams in the stars.