Will lifts his hands and shrugs, tilting his head as the next song starts. Too slow. So he slings a companionable arm around Jae's shoulders instead (he's not too much shorter, not enough to make it awkward) and steers them back toward the edge of the dance floor. He's only a tiny bit sweaty, exhilarated and pleased with himself. “Do you want to go back to the bar or do you want to get some fresh air?” he asks, not having to shout quite so loud.