Rafael calms down so easily in Leo's arms, it's almost embarrassing. He doesn't fight it, though, and lets the tension melt out of his shoulders when Leo kisses his forehead. When he speaks, it's less worried. More thoughtful. "She knew I was... Or, I think she knew I was upset about Wes. And other things."

Rafael exhales and shakes his head. "Not a good topic for a dance."