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At her kissing his palm, Matt gently let his fingers cradle the side of her face. Then, after a moment, he let his fingers slowly explore it. He'd already committed it to memory, but he found solace in doing it. For him it was like the grounding nature of gazing upon a loved one. His fingertips touched every contour and crevice, the tip of her nose and the hair of her brows. The edges of her smile and the light flutter of her lashes. Her lips at the end. His touch was so sensitive that it picked up every part of her skin and the heat of what lay beneath. He already saw her in a way that nobody else could. Perhaps it was selfish to want more, but he could lay an image over how she felt to him.

"Paris would be pretty amazing," he agreed quietly. "A literal dream date with you in Paris, seeing you for the first time." There likely wouldn't get anything more romantic than that. Leaning in he lightly kissed her. "Honestly though, I would take seeing you anywhere. So we can plan on Paris, but even if it's just something like us relaxing at the apartment, or getting pizza? If it's one of the many times we've fallen in the harbor or trash cans? It would still be something I'd never want to forget. All I need is you. The rest is..." His brow frowned, and he said absently... "Stage dressing."

'I merely set the stage, Kate. It is the dreamers who then direct and act upon it.' An echoed memory of something Morpheus had said to Kate not long ago.

Matt shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know why I said that. There's probably a better way to put it. What I meant was, I just need you there and it's perfect."