"I'll give you one old one... and one new one."

He smiled a little and closed his eyes, leaning back in his seat.

"Way back... I used to dream about... about dancing with you. About being able to dance with you without coughing or stepping on your feet. And sometimes I'd imaging you tossing me up and catching me..."

He gave Jim's fingers a soft squeeze.

"Which looked a little less silly in my head when I was five nothing."