The afternoon began with the two of us entering my old university library. We walked hand in hand, without a word, though I distinctly remember catching your eye and smiling at you, squeezing your hand as I did so. I was dressed in dark dress shoes, black suit pants and a black collared shirt, sleeves rolled up, my tattoos contrasting with my professional demeanour. You were wearing a grey cardigan, buttoned up, over a wh...