He reached across the table, hand reluctantly covering hers that resided over the cube. “You asked me earlier about why I cared if you eat and though I’m not entirely sure, I know for whatever reason, I-I like you…and I’m willing to change; for you…if you only allow me to. We started off on the wrong foot, the wrong everything for that matter, but we can start over, can’t we? I don’t want to be like my dad, I’m going to choose you and let go of Beatrice if I have ...