Who on earth (or anywhere else) can say that there is a person you can turn to for perfect trust? Verity would never, ever be swayed or deceived or found by any threat of his. And Matt is a fixed place where he is for her. For love, for sanity it is a fantastic match.

Verity is literally all over him. It is like cuddling. "You don't mind. But do you want to?" he's gently teasing. It's going to be hard to not get wet in the water.

His arms are her's to hold. If she is a doll he's some kind of jungle gym. Or something. Their combined shadow cast on the water looks a little ominous. Not like he can see it. "I do like carrots..."