He looks like he’s trying really hard, thinking about his steps, thinking about the way he’s holding her. But the longer he walks, the more he seems to relax, settling into a rhythm that seems to be working for them both. And then my heart climbs into my throat because Alec starts to sing. At first I can’t quite make out what, exactly, he’s singing, but then he turns so he’s facing me again, and I pick up the chorus to Phil Collins’, “You’ll Be in My Heart.” It’s an old song. Stupid old.
