[For Veronica]

[plantfood]

The truth is, Mathias has been thinking about it for awhile now, even if he's never mentioned it to Veronica. Or anyone, for that matter. After losing so many people -- the latest being Henry, which he can't even bring himself to think about -- he isn't exactly open with his plans for the future with anyone. He knows this isn't healthy, but Henry's no longer here to tell him what to do and how to fix it, so he continues to keep things to himself and plays things close to the chest until he figures out exactly how he's going to go about doing them.

A part of him wonders if he shouldn't ask Veronica's father for permission first, but he isn't asking her to marry him, so he decides that's maybe a step too far. If that day comes, if they're both ever really prepared for something like that, then he'll go to Keith, he knows, but not for this.

At the moment, he's hunched over the kitchen table, reading a book on building, trying to figure out if his home needs an expansion before he asks Veronica to move in with him. Sam would be coming with her, of course, and the dogs, and he's realizing now that although he has quite a bit of room, it might not be enough. And this is something he needs to plan for. This is something he needs to go over and over until he has all the details ironed out and he can feel confident in asking her to move into his place.

Ironing out the details never got you anywhere before.

He doesn't often hear his brother's voice, but when he does, it's always involving something like this. Henrich would have acted impulsively where Mathias hesitates and he grins faintly to himself, wondering just how many girlfriends Henrich would have gone through already, had he been on the island as well.

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Although Veronica's never had much taste for psychiatry herself, so long as Henry was helping, she had to approve of the process. Now she wishes he'd stayed. If nothing else, he knew better than she does what to say. "You don't have to," she says. "If you don't want to. I just... want you to know you can. I might not know what to say or do, but... I'll always listen." It's the best she can promise, really, with how bad she is at talking about things herself.

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"I know," Mathias says, and he does. There aren't many people he trusts with any sort of information, let alone very personal information such as how much he misses his brother and how guilty he still feels about all their deaths. He knows, though, that he if ever needs to, he can tell Veronica. He isn't much of a talker, but he doesn't ever mind telling her anything.

"It means very much," he adds. "The only other person I ever would have told everything to was Henrich."

[neptune-sleuth.livejournal.com]

There isn't anyone to whom Veronica tells everything, but that's her nature and nothing to do with him. If she were to talk, it would probably be to him anyway, which is what she reminds herself of now. She's guarded, it's no secret from either of them, but that has nothing to do with trusting him. "And that means a lot to me," she says, kissing him again. "I mean, if we do this, if... we really move in together, that's... important. That we be honest and that we're sure."

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"I have never been more sure of anything," he says honestly. Or anyone. There has been times when he's thought he was sure, but it's easy to look back now and see that he was wrong, especially with what he and Veronica have here. It's different than the other he thought he might have been right with, and that's what makes him so sure of this.

[neptune-sleuth.livejournal.com]

It's nearly enough to make her say yes on the spot, to say she's sure, too, but while that's true, Veronica knows it's still something she has to consider seriously. The things she does with her life aren't just about her anymore. "That's pretty sure," she says, wondering at it. She's never really thought she was all that reliable, still just her mother's daughter in spite of herself, some part of her always ready to run.

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"I don't believe in God or a higher power, really," Mathias says in response. "I believe in being as good a person you can be and I believe in things feeling right. That it all. I feel right with you." It might not be the most romantic idea, but it's honest and it's what he feels and, for Mathias, feeling right, feeling that he's where he should be, that's worth more than all the romance in the world.

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It's not that that's never come over Veronica before. She's just never thought of it in so many words. There's a sense of recognition as she listens and she finds herself nodding. "I feel right with you," she says. She's not sure she ever had that before. Even with Logan, they were always dancing around their suspicious natures; they never seemed to make it past that for more than a little while at a time. "I never... really get used to having that."

[plantfood]

"It isn't going anywhere," he says. He isn't going anywhere; that's what he really means. Whether she decides to move in with him or not, he is staying exactly where he is and he'll wait until things are right for that to happen. "It is a good feeling, ja?" he asks. "Better than being not uncertain all the time?"

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"Yeah," Veronica says, nodding, letting out a breath, "yeah, it's good." It is, in a way that even now, she's not used to. She's not sure she'd want to be, for that matter, not sure she ever wants to take this for granted when she knows she's done that on more than a few occasions in the past, always bad at remembering that the people in her life occasionally are due something for staying at her side all this time. "And I have been... more than a little uncertain in the past, but... not now, not with you." Mostly, at least, but her reservations about moving in don't necessarily have to do with him.

[plantfood]

There's almost nothing else he needs than to hear that and to know it. Moving it would be nice, but if it doesn't happen, for whatever reason, it's still good and still everything he needs to know that she's not worried he will leave or hurt her.

"Good," he says, smiling, then takes her hand again and begins to wander through the orchard. "That is good." It makes him feel amazing, but he doesn't know how to say that, so he just smiles at her, hoping that says enough.