It's terribly easy to just fall into it, to let the noise of the club be what it is, a pulse around them, and to end up very close to this other boy. Neil wonders if they aren't standing just a bit closer than is entirely necessary, but the moment feels awful right, and he hasn't pushed him back, or laughed it away. So he lingers, their hips brushing as they dance.

It all feels rather electric, really. He touches his brow to the other boy's, and finds himself smiling.