They could argue the finer points of the verbs when she arrived and Matthew had no time crunch to worry about. Not even sunlight was able to run him off now and he quite liked the view from up here. Armed with a bottle and only one glass, Matt sat on the broad railing and drank like he didn't have a care in the world.

"Ah," he said with a smile, swinging his leg back over the railing and leaning back against it, one arm reaching out for her. "I have no task, no one waiting on me. You've arrived at the perfect time, come. Let me assure you're real and not another hallucination."