There was a chance it would never work. Home is home, and no other place can be the same home. A person can have multiple manifestations of home the way that he has found it in Verity and Nexus. But could there be love like the love a New Yorker feels for the city? He hoped. And that hope has comforted her and himself.

Cake for all the excellent meats and fixings, that sounds like a solid trade in the end.

Matt couldn't handle perfect either. Verity is just fantastic and right. Knowing that she knows him and all his truths and lies helps keep the balance and never lets him lose his sense of gravity. That surpasses perfection so very much. He could never be compatible with perfect.

Steady, firm hands massage a little as they go. Up over her ankles, her strong calves and to the knees. This means he has to push up some of her sarong in respectable measurements at a time. "My logic exactly, honey." He chuckles.