Nothing mattered to him.
He took and did whatever he wanted, and that included having Alice by his side despite all odds.
She was beside him, holding one hand unceremoniously at her hat, and perhaps ignoring the questioning looks thrown her way.
"Are you alright?" He found himself asking her, it wasn't necessarily windy for her to grasp her hat. So it was obvious she was jittery. It was something he’d grown to notice about her, the little tics and gestures of the woman.
"Perfectly fine, Blake." She would remark, although her other hand squeezing around his own hand tightly said another story.
Polite society would commentate that it was an unnecessary gesture to hold hands in public, an outrageous stunt even… but for her to feel comfortable doing it without much thought?
The man wou
