Cyberpunk 2077: You Shall Never Have To Forgive Me Again

Ch. 7 Softcore

Panam had let V sleep on her shoulder for a while longer, enjoying the light cuddle sesh. It was a quiet night and thankfully not too cold, the small campfire enough to warm her - and more importantly V. Panam ran warm so she hadn't been worried, her concern aimed more towards V being able to get comfortable enough to sleep the few hours they'd have before the convoy arrived.

Thankfully the vets laid off her for the rest of the night, which worked great for Panam as the quiet let her ruminate over the events that transpired in the tower. V crying had been... shocking. Not at all what she intended when she'd kissed her like that.

Panam had planned to talk to her once they had some privacy. The tower was perfect for that; gave them some alone time while contributing towards the heist. Also had a nice view of the Night City skyline. Win-win in Panam's eyes, at least it had been.

That's not to say that V having that moment suddenly put Panam off to her, of course not. She wasn't cold hearted. But it really opened her eyes to how tormented V was. She thought she understood, as much as she could without having really any information, but clearly she didn't.

She was trying to be okay with that, trying to be patient. It was hard for her to operate without any control, to go into unknowns. But with each gig together, each text, Panam felt more confident in V, in her intentions. And now, after their talk in the tower, Panam was sure. She was going to go for it with V, really give them a shot. It was too late for her anyways, her feelings for V already intense and making her do and think dumb things.

Like really considering going further with V in the tower despite the group being nearby and waiting on them.

Panam was pretty smitten, if she was being honest.

And if anything, V's cries only softened her heart towards her, made her feel protective of her. She wanted to know what was eating at the merc so badly... but she could wait. V promised her, too, which helped reassure her.

She wouldn't push V, but she hopes the merc was honest about telling her soon.

Cassidy's guitar tunes float back into Panam's ears and she's brought back from her thoughts. Her arm instinctively squeezes around V's shoulder and she smiles at the murmurs that leave V's mouth, her weight completely dead on her side.

"Y'all should hit the sack, too. I got first watch." Panam turns to Mitch and realizes Bob, Teddy, and Carol have already gotten their mats out, Cassidy about to follow, putting his guitar away.

A big part of her wants to stay awake, to double- triple check all their intel and gear and have another look at the convoy tracker, but she knows it's just her worrying. She trusts her people, everyone knew what to do. Panam needed to step back and let them work instead of hovering like some micro-managing stiff... like Saul.

Panam nods to Mitch, "Thanks. We'll get some shut-eye then. Wake me if anything pops up." She couldn't stop that last bit coming out, ever the worrier.

She eventually gets V awake enough to sit up and let her grab the camping mats from her truck, having grabbed an extra one for V when she got confirmation that she'd help them. She quickly sets them up side by side behind the steel beam they'd been sitting on and she finds it adorable how quickly V plops down, immediately back to sleep. Panam helps direct V to a proper laying position and makes sure V's on the side of the mat closest to the fire.

Panam lays down and slots herself in behind V without thought, uncaring of the open display for the others. Her arm goes back around V, wrapping around her lower stomach, and she bends her other arm under her head as a pillow. She's surprisingly knocked out quickly, V's scent lulling her into a comfortable sleep.