[Optics flick upward slightly to take in Ironhide's face before flicking back down to stare at the table. This was all wrong. He's the upbeat one, who keeps everyone in good spirits and visits people to share his cheer. Depression really wasn't his thing. Never had been, even when he'd had a good excuse for it.
But as he stares at the table all he can see is black metal peeling away from an energon-encrusted Spark case and Ratchet cursing to himself in Cybertronian, hands buried inside Ironhide's chest cavity up to the wrist. Not two days ago, the surface upon which Ironhide now lay was covered in energon, and Bumblebee had escorted the twins outside before they really and truly began to freak out. Then he'd folded up into his alt form and drove in circles around the complex, over and over and over again.
Yeah. Bumblebee could admit it to himself. He'd been very, very scared.
Bumblebee lifts a finger in a minute gesture, toward Ironhide's chest before tapping it on the table.]
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But as he stares at the table all he can see is black metal peeling away from an energon-encrusted Spark case and Ratchet cursing to himself in Cybertronian, hands buried inside Ironhide's chest cavity up to the wrist. Not two days ago, the surface upon which Ironhide now lay was covered in energon, and Bumblebee had escorted the twins outside before they really and truly began to freak out. Then he'd folded up into his alt form and drove in circles around the complex, over and over and over again.
Yeah. Bumblebee could admit it to himself. He'd been very, very scared.
Bumblebee lifts a finger in a minute gesture, toward Ironhide's chest before tapping it on the table.]
Wass jss-sst wrrrriieeed.