[ The music jaunts on, and though Matt keeps up as best he can, it's with less energy and attention for the steps themselves. He, too, is focused on his partner. ]

It makes me sad, [ he answers eventually. ] Whatever brought him to that place. [ And it's true: There's an undertow of grief to his emotions, dragging everything else--apprehension, horror, uncertainty--down with it. He hesitates. ] I don't know what "dislike" would ... really mean, though, in this context.

Do you mean do I wish you were different?