This was good. Making plans. He needed something to look forward to. A lesson in watercolors or a quiet sketching session, either would do and he was grateful for Zinnia's patience as he collected his thoughts. "I will." He meant it too. Alvin had made a lot of empty promises lately, things he knew he couldn't keep, but this one would stick. He needed it to.

He followed her forward at the gentle tug of her hand, still a little numb, but warming up a little thanks to her continued presence. Alvin sighed heavily, still feeling the heaviness of the day on his shoulders, but unable to shrug any of it off. It was hard to believe that there were two headstones side by side now. He didn't remember much of Sawyer, he'd been an infant, but Sloane, there wasn't much in the ways of memories from his childhood without her. He felt his breath catch again at the thought and tried to dispel the knot in his chest with the heel of his hand, but it never seemed to ease.

"How's the shop these days?" He asked, needed something, anything else to talk about.