He could grab Eli's hand and pull him to his feet, if he wanted. Noah doubts that Eli would fight him, but he stays right where he is, just one step out of Eli's reach. His smile turning mischievous, Noah reaches into his pocket and finds his phone, and it takes only a few one-handed taps before a dance-appropriate playlist starts up. He tosses his phone onto the couch, and turns back to Eli.

"You refuse to go to the dance, so I've brought the dance to you," he says, like this is a totally reasonable thing to do. Like this was his plan all along. He always catches himself wanting unexpected things, when Eli Gardner is involved. "Eli." It's not quite a please. Noah holds his hand out again, and waits.