It didn't feel like dancing. Not to anyone who looked at them, not even to Rose.
It wasn't supposed to.
But deep inside, under the leather jacket, his hearts danced and cried, knowing some things were never meant to be, trying to live the moment, and wishing it would never stop. For a short while he forgot burns and scars, he forgot what he had done, and simply lived.
Because holding Rose's hands in his and sneering at the idea of "Captain envy", he realised he would do anything to be able to tell her that this once everybody lived.