It wasn't the suggestive way Jessi's hand rested on her spine like it belonged there or even the almost physical weight of her breasts resting on Hannah's that tossed worry into her eyes, darkening the blue like a cloud sliding across the sun. No, it was Jessi's teasing question.<br/><br/><em>"Your boyfriend isn't going to get mad at you for dancing with me like this is he?"</em><br/><br/>A stutter twitched through her hips, making Hannah miss the beat she'd been swaying to. It was so obvious the way it made Jessi's hand pop off her back then back on and was several long seconds after she'd clumsily bumped into the other girl. There was no mistake it had been Jessi's words that driven worry into her body. It wasn't that she didn't have any sense of self worth, couldn't be proud of herself or feel like she was being good. It was just that ever since meeting Connor the focal point of it had shifted to entirely outside of herself and into what he thought - what Connor told Hannah - she was. Everything she did and said was reflected back to Hannah in the mirror of Connor's reaction. She wore his moods like a doll he dressed in his opinion of her. When it was good there was no feeling like it in the world.<br/><br/>But when Connor was upset, disappointed, Hannah crumbled under the weight of it. Jessi's question, meant playfully, was overwhelmed by Hannah's anxiety and came across as a suggestion that Connor wouldn't like what Hannah was doing. Wouldn't approve of it. Would tell her she was -<br/><br/>A dozen negative words flew through her mind, each one landing like a slap that made her eyes flinch. Reflexively she looked around for Connor, needing to know right now what he thought of it and unable to think of anything else. Where was he! Tugging against the hand on her back Hannah went up on her tiptoes and used her grip on Jessi to look over and to the side of the taller girl's shoulder, hunting for Connor. It was so obvious, little girl lost, that anyone would be able to see into her soul.<br/><br/>"He - I think - He," it was almost a stutter, words too fast and too thick to be uttered by her tongue. Hannah swallowed and closed her eyes in an attempt to calm down. The deep breath she took moved her body against Jessi's, chest falling and rising before she opened her eyes again. "He'll - he will tell me if it does," she said. "You don't have to worry. It'll be my fault and he told me to let anyone dance with me that wanted to. He's - I'm doing what he wants. What makes him happy."<br/><br/>Again Hannah searched the club before looking back at Jessi. "I just need to see him so I know."