It feels right. There's no logic to it, no reason, it just- they fit. THey fit here like they don't on the mat and Taylor doesn't think a damn thing of it other than Mal can really move when he wants to, Mal's got a good swing to his step and it doesn't click as anything odd. Even when he eases away to- well. York just keeps dancing because the music's good, the company is fine, and that pretty blonde from before is wandering his way back.

It's fine. They don't need to fit here, he and hte blond, they can fit somewhere else.