[ The flash of panic in Skye's eyes and the quiet that follows has Wally worried he's misinterpreted what it is she was offering. Each tick of time that goes by without her saying anything feels like forever and allows his anxiety to rise to the point he wants to desperately rush out some form of an apology about how much of an idiot he is and how this was a terrible idea to avoid the embarrassment of having her do it. All that is stopping the apology from becoming a reality is the knowledge her hand still remains in his.

The fact she hasn't pulled away just yet is enough to get him to do something he isn't known for doing; he waits. Ignoring what his impulses are telling him and the way his heart is pounding in his chest, he patiently stands there with his eyes locked on hers doing nothing until she can find whatever response she is looking for.

When she does, the nervousness and fear in it are obvious, but it's a positive one all things considered, and the breath he didn't know he was holding comes out as a relieved laugh. ]

Skye, I'm pretty sure I'm the disaster here. [ Then he adds with a little more humor: ] I mean, you haven't even seen me try to dance yet.

[ His lack of rhythm isn't the kind of disaster either one of them is talking about. She's just as afraid she's going to find some way to screw this up as he is. They both might want to give this a chance, but it's clear neither one of them is ready to dive headfirst into it. It's something that is going to take patience on both of their parts if it's going to work out. With that in mind, one side of his mouth lifts up into a lopsided smile that is somehow both reassuring and earnest at once. ]

We'll take things slow, one small step at a time and see where it leads us. Sounds simple enough, yeah?

[ It not so simple in actuality, he knows. Nothing ever really is when there's a good probability it will hurt if they were to lose. ]