"If you can't..." Gabe's gaze lowers but his grip doesn't soften, and while he seems acquiescing, he's not quite defeated. Instead, he pulls Niles close. Puts one hand on his waist.

"Then just dance. You can think about everything later, Niles. Right now, it's this moment that's the only moment that exists."

He wants to see Niles fluttering, gliding across the room. Waltzing to the tune that's Gabe's and only Gabe's. Listening, following, being instructed by him. Don't think of anything, Niles. You don't have to. Gabe's here.