They've long got over the simple fact that there are going to be cheesy moments. Matty wouldn't trade them for everything. It's a fixed part of his day like working, patrol, time with her, if it isn't cheesy, exceedingly cheesy then there's something amiss. And the power of love is nothing to be sniffed at. It does amazing things. More amazing than lifting a thirty year old, blind vigilante.

Tomorrow she's getting the pampering. He already decided if he's well enough.

He smiles lightly. Laying back and resting is starting to have everything settle. He lazily drapes an arm over his stomach and finds patting it a little feels...good. "Ooh, that feels good actually. Mmm." Her fingers and pressure there. Matt breathes in slowly and exhales slowly.

A potion wouldn't be a bad idea. It's worked before, right? "I'm game. And maybe I just need to throw up, you know? Get a clean start on the inside. I had breakfast with you. Left overs for lunch. Coffee. Pita chips. Nothing---" Matt stops thoughtfully.