"You're biased." They were just swaying in time to the music, nothing special. Though the Soldier supposed it was special simply because he wanted to do it, wanted to willingly hold Billy close regardless of who might see. These gestures meant a lot to Billy, and he committed himself to try to follow through with more of them.

He took Billy's hand in his, squeezing it gently. The other arm was still firm around his waist. "Focus on my arms, on the feeling of them. What can you tell me about how I hold you?"