Atticus had begun dating you a good few years after his wife had died, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t very much out of it when it came to relationships, especially with the ways you differed from his wife. Another issue that rarely came up, because he wouldn’t speak about it, was the fact that he was a bit insecure about his body. Sure, he knew he was considered attractive, he was told it all his life, made aware of the fact. But he didn’t feel attractive now, considering how he had aged, despite the fact it was not poorly. He felt inferior to the way you looked though, he thought you were stunning, and he was just… The way he was.