Chelsea is humming to herself and sometimes reaching over to pat Panacea's arm.

The third time Chelsea's hand reaches for her, Panacea lets out a small squeak of anticipation.

"Awww, do you want us to pull over and snuggle for a bit?"

Panacea try to say a thing aloud and when that doesn't work she finds herself nodding instead.

Chelsea pulls into the next turnoff and scootches across to sit in Panacea's lap.

Chelsea's side is a few inches away from Panacea's left breast and Panacea is so very very aware of this. And also of Chelsea's breath warming her cheek and also of Chelsea's hand which is touching her side, separated from her skin by Panacea's thin cotton shirt, and also Chelsea's weight resting against her thigh and also a dozen other tiny things which Panacea's brain is trying very hard to pay attention to.

Ahhhhh snugglesssssss and also whatever Panacea did to make it feel like guiding.

Panacea is extremely happy and also maybe starting to hyperventilate and also so so full of awareness of everything about Chelsea (and Chelsea's brain, with the changes she made to make them match).

Pet pet pet. "My love."

"Eventually we will get somewhere we can stop with a bed in it and we can cuddle more comfortably."

"Mm...."

"Mm?"

The syllables that come out of Panacea's mouth could, if put in a different order, be words.

Pet pet.

The world is apparently shaking, for some reason.

"Are you all right? Am I too heavy to be sitting on you like this?"

"-you're. Um. No?"

"That's good. Is something bothering you?"

"You're. Um."

"Everything is shaking?"

"...I'm not noticing an earthquake?"

"I um. Might just be me?" She can try taking breaths about it maybe.

"I love you."

"I love you too." Smooch right on the end of Panacea's nose.