Mathias

Even if some small voice in Veronica's mind had a sneaking suspicion it was something of the sort, it still manages to catch her off guard. "Move in?" she echoes, almost flat. It's difficult to arrange an appropriate answer when she's running through so many contrary trains of thought. Why not? They've been together nearly two years and something like this was virtually inevitable, inasmuch as anything is; she loves him and they're good together and she wants to be with him and there's a part of her that likes the notion. Then there's the part of her flailing madly around inside, aware she's a package deal now, though he's never shied from that, aware that this is an enormous step, that there's something dauntingly adult about that, too close to things she wanted when she was too young to know better. "That's... I don't know. I have to... I have to think about that. I mean, that's a big step."