"Ash? Oh, fuck." Levi took manual control of the steering and pulled over to the curb, cutting the engine. "I'm sorry. I forgot. I..." His expression tight with anxiety, he went to stroke my shoulder, then pulled back.
I only dimly registered all this, silently alphabetizing items in his car to calm myself down.
At some point, the vise constricting my ribcage disappeared and I let go of the seat belt, only to find I'd worn harsh red grooves in my skin.
"Ashira?" Levi said softly.
I nodded shakily. "I'm all right. What's a little PTSD now and then?"
"I'm so sorry. I didn't realize autopilot would upset you."
"I didn't either since Moriarty isn't the Batmobile, but that whole endless void bungy jump back in the grove doesn't seem scary anymore, so that's a win. Don't worry about it." I patted his thigh, his muscle flexing under my touch.
"Feeling me up, are you?"
"Yes, I was going for a worse trauma to override the PTSD." I settled back against my seat. "Carry on."