[Veronica, Stacy & Webster - Opposite Plot]

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There is something different.

Mathias isn't quite aware of it, although he feels it on some level, he feels brighter and better and just different. He can't name it, can't place it and, most importantly, he doesn't want to. Whatever is different, it isn't bad.

He's headed down the boardwalk with a bounce in his step and a grin on his face, feeling lighter than he has in some time. Nothing can bother him these days, nothing can so much as touch him and he thinks, if he has time, he'll go visit Webster. Maybe they can talk about Veronica, like Webster always wants to. There are stories to tell now, certainly, and Mathias feels like he's in the mood to do some real talking.

Walking along, heading nowhere in particular, he breathes in deeply, enjoying the scent of the jungle around him. Every time someone passes him, he smiles brightly and waves, calling a loud, cheerful, "Hello!" Some people look startled, although he can't begin to understand why, and others greet him in return, looking just as happy as he feels.

Just ahead, he spots a familiar face and he hurries, almost running. "Hey!" he shouts happily. "Hey, hi! It's so good to see you!"

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The only thing that feels right in that moment is to slide her arms around him and step in close, hiding her shy smile against his chest. "I guess there's something good about this place after all," she said, soft, wondering. "It brought me to you."

[plantfood]

Sliding his arms around her in return, Mathias presses a kiss to the top of Veronica's head and rests his cheek there, against her hair, for just a moment. Whatever is wrong -- and there are many things wrong, no matter how hard he's been trying to forget them -- being with her does feel strangely right.

"I can't help but love the island for that," he agrees, lifting his head again. "It seemed to know just what I needed."

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"We've been very lucky," she murmurs. With her eyes closed, the warmth of him against her and the sun on her skin is one more pleasant thing atop all the others, and she can't recall the last time she felt so much at home.