The funny is fleeting. Heat signatures in her face and pillow launched he could dodge it. Matt doesn't because he sees a mistake too late. He purses his lips and holds the fabric and fluff. "Sweetheart," if she'll allow him that one word endearment, "Verity." To be more serious now. That's what happens when you step into someone's issues.

He rubs his mouth, no longer smiling, and sets the pillow beside him. "I..I wasn't trying to make a statement. I'm sorry."