With the service itself over, nobody would miss him right? Miss Zinnia's suggestion of a walk felt like the right idea, but he would hate to drag her away where she could be wanted or needed. Alvin didn't know what he needed, but standing here like a fence post wasn't going to do any good either.

"A walk," He nodded finally, still aware of her hand in his, but oddly thankful for it. He needed some sort of grounding and if it was a physical tether or reality, then so be it. Everybody was so distracted or distraught that nobody would mind if they strolled away for a while. Not far, and nowhere where they couldn't be seen, but he needed to breathe for a minute before he continued this day.

Slowly he backed up, around the tree he'd taken refuge under toward another section of the cemetery. Even the short distance they'd put between the gravestone and where they were now eased the constricting feeling in his chest. "How's Calla holding up?" Alvin worried about all of Sloane's friends, her little found family, all too young to be dealing with this.