"Right." Starscream gnawed on a knuckle-hinge, eying him for readable changes--Rung looked seriously upset, for someone usually so jovial and helpful.
"And you probably thought leaping back into the fray like this, lining up a dozen patients and trying to act like nothing happened was the best way to prove it didn't affect you."
The Seeker was aware of the dynamics in play here, he as the comfort and counsel (poor Rung, indeed) and Rung as the one in need of assistance, and how completely un-Decepticon it was to offer that kind of help.
Well. He'd always been a terrible Decepticon.
"You're a mech like any other, just because you're older and wiser doesn't mean you don't get scared and need a little help. And a near offlining experience? Trust me. They take a while to get over."
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"And you probably thought leaping back into the fray like this, lining up a dozen patients and trying to act like nothing happened was the best way to prove it didn't affect you."
The Seeker was aware of the dynamics in play here, he as the comfort and counsel (poor Rung, indeed) and Rung as the one in need of assistance, and how completely un-Decepticon it was to offer that kind of help.
Well. He'd always been a terrible Decepticon.
"You're a mech like any other, just because you're older and wiser doesn't mean you don't get scared and need a little help. And a near offlining experience? Trust me. They take a while to get over."