All his doing? No, no. It was collaborative if he's involved. Trying to make a point and keep objective is not as easy because they sure do get distracted. The wind changes and there goes the thought. That's just fine. The feeling and sentiment remain.

This must be why people take vacations. Matt has never really taken a break outside of a few days off or a trip to Nexus. Outside of Hell's Kitchen it is a refuge. At least he hadn't approached it the way he had for today. The whole world can wait outside of this day and all of it's peace.

Her blush is like a lantern. He was coming closer to her anyway. "Oh it is." No, it isn't but love is really not a logical thing all the time. "Extremely practical. The benefits are endless." The same with the frustration. Matt reaches up to take her hand. Already it's like he can feel lines drawn over his flesh. Her knuckles get a kiss.

There were a good amount of dots in her illustration. True to it the beach is large enough to have some privacy as they cross the sand until it's compact and wet. No rush to the steps just a leisurely stroll, hand in hand because he can do this unaided. "Are you gonna rush in with me?" They're not even a whole foot in yet. Matt's skin betrays him with goosebumps. The first touch of the ocean is always cold.