I hold my finger up to his lips. He flicks his eyes down to look at it.
"You're absolved," I tell him.
He brings his eyes back up to mine. There's no fucking way he knows what that word means. That's a word I dream someone will say to me.
So I put it in his language. "You're free.
I am tough for a reason and it is to fucking destroy the music. I dance hard.