Usually Matt is the one doing the carrying. He never thinks it a chore or a burden and dimly worries that he is too bulky. It has been vanquished. Laying here with her in total trust, breathing the same air with her, trying to slow it with her's. If he has to be incapacitated he is with her and under her very capable watch.

Puppies do give snuggles and cuddles. He wouldn't refuse a puppy. Just an overly confident waitress or anyone else humanoid with the wrong idea. His favorite person is unbeatable when it comes to comfort.

Verity' said voice, soft and muted to most ears gets him exactly as she guessed it would. Matt reaches for her hand to hold it to his chest. He shuts his eyes and falls into a lull. "I love you," he answers softly, the words vibrate their joined hands.