Simple

She was almost grateful for him, for the way he can't get into the space where all her friends can hurt her. It is agony but it is not betrayal, and so it is bearable. It is easier than being awake, in that way. It is simple.

But when she wakes up she thinks it must not be; the dance has an odd man out, splitting up the pairs, twisting the steps. They are all stumbling.

Her pain is not her pain. She shares it with invincible people, people who never knew the feeling, never feared, and they begin to shiver.

One -- two -- trip -- four.