I’m sure it’s technically feasible to walk without holding an apple or a leaf, but is it as comforting and enjoyable? Perhaps not.
With the other hand Zane alternates between clasping our hand or pushing it away. At some point of the walk it hits him that, hey, I should be walking on the other side of the road, or, sitting on the edge of the road running fingers through gravel, or, going into that yard to visit a wild pack of dogs. He can be quite adamant about it. Popping him up on my shoulders is a good diversion from a stubborn quest…for now.