"I..." Oh God! "I-- I'm---" He couldn't breathe, he really couldn't breathe! It was fantastic and absolutely horrifying and wonderful and-- "I'm alive! I'm alive and you saved me! You saved me you beautiful...amazing...wonderful--"

No more finger kissing. No more nibbling or hugging or any of that. Chelldon got his first full on smooch. It was platonic, mouth closed, Wheatley's hands pressed to either side of his face before he squeezed.

It was fantastic. It was glorious. He'd never had a better moment in his life then this. He felt truly, magically, alive.

"Chelldon, you are bloody fantastic!"