Failure

[rungout]

WHO: Rung, Open~
WHERE: He's wandered into Alpha Trion's Quadrant.
WHEN Sometime after the bad session with Fortress Maximus.
WHAT: He failed at the only thing he's ever truly been good at and he feels miserable because of it.
WARNINGS: N/A


Rung felt like a failure; an absolute failure in what he was supposed to be good at. He was supposed to help Fortress Maximus, do what he could because that's what his function was, and yet he'd completely fallen apart when the other had gotten upset and instead of helping he'd probably caused more harm than good. He'd lost his composure, let his emotions come through too much, and hadn't been able to keep his own haunting memories at bay.

It was everything that therapist wasn't supposed to do.

A small voice in the back of his head reminded him, as he walked along lost in thought, that the incident was still fairly fresh--recent enough that at times he could still feel the sting of the blow to his head--but a larger voice, the more stubborn one that Rung was letting have control at the moment, argued that it didn't matter. He should have been able to put it all aside and not let it get to him. He should have been able to calm Fortress Maximus down and helped him instead of freaking out.

He'd thought about retracting his offer for the time being, since he didn't feel like he was a good enough doctor to help anyone now, but he'd already made steps with several and he couldn't--wouldn't back out on them now.

But he'd never really felt more worthless in all of his existence really.

Rung had been so lost in thought that he didn't really realize where he'd ended up until he finally caught sight of a lake, the therapist's optics flickering as he slowed to a stop, staring out over the waters before finally looking around. It was very serene in a way, peaceful in a way that reminded him of what Blurr had said.

This must be Alpha Trion's quadrant.

Hesitating for a moment more, Rung's vents cycled softly as he pushed forward, heading down closer to the lake to just sit and..stew some more. Berate himself some more? Something like that...

Comments

[thehardway]

"No thanks is necessary. It is my duty."

The enforcer pauses, then crouches down by the therapist. "If. You require anything, do not hesitate to tell me. You are still crew, therefore my responsibility. So your well-being is important."

There. That seemed good enough to clarify. Though a more friendly touch might be better from someone else. Reluctantly, he might have to ask for Drift's help on that. Though the swordsmech doesn't seem as terribly cheerful as he usually was.

"I'll give you some space now. But I won't be far if you need help."

As in, it's not exactly safe out here, so he's willing to come to Rung's protection if he needs it.

[rungout]

There was something Ultra Magnus that, while extremely intimidating, was also very reassuring in a way because he was one of those bots that just never seemed to back down from anything.

A lot like Kup had been..

"I will, sir, of course," Rung reassured the other, or maybe he was simply just agreeing because he wasn't about to argue with Ultra Magnus; he had too much respect for the other.

The therapist nodded as the other mech spoke once more, offering a friendly sort of smile as he drew his knees up again just a touch.

"Thank you, Ultra Magnus."

[thehardway]

At the agreement, Ultra Magnus looks fairly satisfied. The smile gives him pause, as if he almost considers smiling back.

But, ah. No. He can't seem to bring himself to do that.

So instead, he just nods to Rung. "I'll be in touch," the enforcer assures before he turns and transforms into his vehicle mode to drive off.

But as promised, not too far off that he isn't in range if needed.