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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...

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"Fair enough," Rung said with an easy smile, turning as if to look at the metal that was piled up before pausing as he was questioned. The therapist didn't look back right away, gaze lingering on the sheet of metal before he let out a quiet sigh like noise and hesitantly looked back to the blue speedster.

"...It's..a bit complicated and long...:

Blurr gave him a thankful look. A few seconds later, though, it change into ene of concern. Blurr talked a lot but he was a secret agent for a good reaosn. he knew how to observe and read body language well.

“I spent 3 weeks in my car alt mode during a mission ^listening learning and _{investigating} I ONLY changed back when Bumblebee blow my cover because he thought I was a de-cep-ti-con. Trust me I know how to listen.”

The therapist was hesitant for a moment more before he nodded just a bit, turning slightly as he motioned for Blurr to follow, Rung taking a seat at the edge of the lake again.

"...I..have this patient that I've dealt with in the past and prior to my arriving here I had a bit..of a bad experience with him," he explained after another moment of silence, the therapist fidgeting slightly with his hands, nervously rubbing them. "He had taken another bot and I hostage and I had managed to calm him down--even after he injured me a bit--"

His hand curls around the opposite one a bit, cradling his thumb slightly.

"--I guess the crew members were planning something of a rescue and had planned to incapacitate the bot but when the shot was fired..they missed and hit me instead," he continued, voice softening as his optics dimmed. "The last thing I remember from home is getting blasted in the head."

Blurr tagged along and sat down, Arms resting on his knees as he listened to the other bot. He didn't interrupt and waited for Rung to explains things at his own pace but he take notice of the his movements. A frown appeared in his face and he was grimacing by the end of the story.

"I'm sorry to hear that I know how all this must be affecting you it's way too familiar for me too.... IS there anything I can do? " It looked like no one was strange to violence and pain, not even therapists. "You are afraid ^{that he might do that} again here? That he could hurt you again? I wouldn't let that happen, you know."

"...Allowing me to talk about it is more than enough, Blurr. I appreciate you just listening," he replied softly, glancing at the other and giving him a gentle smile that faded after a moment. His gaze dropped to his hands as he rubbed them a bit, specifically his thumb again as he started to say something, paused, then cleared his vocalizer to try again.

"I..don't think he would, not again. He really is a good mech he's just been through a lot is all," Rung murmured, surprised by the next comment the other made, causing him to glance over at the speedster again. "I...thank you."

"Is the least I can do." He moved loser to the older mech to give him some comfort but not enough to invade his personal space. Blurr was getting curious about the thumb gesture. He kept it to himself, though.

"Sometimes people just snaps _{I saw that happen} in my world because of the Great War as well." The blue mech smiled back. He meant all his words and he was trying really hard to look out for everyone. "Youarewelcome."

"War does seem to take a heavy toll on many, and even those of us that manage to avoid the most of it don't come out without a little damage at least," Rung said thoughtfully, though there was a tinge of sadness to the words. War..wasn't his favorite thing, not in the least. He understood the reason for it in his home universe but..still.

Looking to Blurr again, Rung relaxed, his hands no longer fidgeting or anything as he smiled once again, pushing the thoughts of war to the back of his mind for now.

"You are a very generous being, Blurr. It says a lot about you."

Blurr didn't reply that time but he nodded. Truer words were never spoken. He knew he was lucky to be from one of the universes where Cybertron was still alive.

He felt his faceplates heathen up and it was his time to fidget around. Blurr wasn't really used to flattery. "Thanks R-Rung I only try to help."

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thank you hon ♥

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