The sun of his love doesn't set. Now that it's risen and sits at high noon, it's not going anywhere. He shines with her. Warmth coming up and growing to reach him while he's amazed she keeps on blooming. Her oddities are what makes her fascinating. Here in Nexus she is not the most peculiar thing. Though perhaps the most interesting to Matt.

"Only the best people. Person." She can pet and pat him to her heart's delight. And in a roundabout way has given herself a compliment. That won't possibly go quietly. She deserves so many good things too. "Will there be a champion belt next year? I think that would be a pleasant change. You wear belts well." His bias is showing. It's called love. And love is not a lie.

The splash makes the droplets plunk and patter. The waves swell and drop in an active peace. Her words are poetry. And he is grateful for descriptions however they come. Verity never has to loan out her eyes, they just give a full sense of completion to his awareness. There's no guessing. "Beautiful," he says softly, imagining the sky as she tells it.

"Come on down and swim awhile," he entreats though it is a ploy to hold her and kiss her too.