He's really never experienced this sense of calm and stability before. She's home to him. It's not a distant place in the past or a far off pipe dream in the future. Verity is here and now, real to him. That's why Matt feels so damn happy.

They don't need perfect. And goodness knows they aren't perfect as people. And to be perfect for each other? Well, maybe that's something that is as close to perfect as it is going to get because they get along so swimmingly. That's all that's needed.

"Ver," even if those toes don't tickle, he laughs softly. Of course his Catholic is showing. He's reached her thighs and he's doing his best to behave. They're wonderful to touch and equally perfect to rest his head against. And not so restful things. Matt clears his throat softly. "You have way, way more skin showing than me do we have enough sunscreen?" Her brother is around yes. And they're being respectful and cute. And really not going to do anything. Much.

"He said he was going to come. And that he'd be late. But all of that is going to be okay because he promised to bring more beer."