Matt squeezes his eyes shut and exhales noisily through his nose. Of course she's right. It's like they're on a ship and he's seasick. The sickness intensifying or retreating in turns. Steady, yeah. "I hope so, babe. It feels empty and queasy at the same time."

Her hair brushing against his face is a soft comfort. The little squeeze has a bit of resistance--swelling? Augh. What is happening here?

"Just for me? Hah." Verity, you make him smile so easy when he's miserable! "I'd believe that if you controlled the weather, sweetheart."