There are few times when McCrane wishes he were good at something that he's not, and watching Ultra Magnus, covered in burns and metal scars, is difficult. If this had been any of his team...Dumpson, Power Joe, or especially Drill Boy, he'd have at least found a wet towel to use in lieu of a competent engineering team.
He recognizes the stubborn-ness of staying on the job, however, because he's seen it in himself. He's seen it in Deckerd, too, and in Gunmax...albeit differently.
When he realizes he's been staring--and that Ultra Magnus, too, has been staring back at a particular part of his anatomy, he finds himself reflexively reaching to cover the Glyph.
He stops.
"They aren't pressing." He'd only forwarded them to provide Ultra Magnus with a distraction. The fact that he hadn't read them yet gave McCrane all the information about the other's last few days that he would need to know.
"Pharma is in Liege Maximo's custody," he says, indicating this new report he's left on the desk, "and everything is fine, here." His fingers uncurl from around his Glyph, and he glanced back toward the main room. "In fact...I took the liberty of installing a spare berth in the garage." He doesn't look at Ultra Magnus, as he continues, knowing he doesn't have to, to make a point. "For those late nights when it's too long a drive to go home after working."
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He recognizes the stubborn-ness of staying on the job, however, because he's seen it in himself. He's seen it in Deckerd, too, and in Gunmax...albeit differently.
When he realizes he's been staring--and that Ultra Magnus, too, has been staring back at a particular part of his anatomy, he finds himself reflexively reaching to cover the Glyph.
He stops.
"They aren't pressing." He'd only forwarded them to provide Ultra Magnus with a distraction. The fact that he hadn't read them yet gave McCrane all the information about the other's last few days that he would need to know.
"Pharma is in Liege Maximo's custody," he says, indicating this new report he's left on the desk, "and everything is fine, here." His fingers uncurl from around his Glyph, and he glanced back toward the main room. "In fact...I took the liberty of installing a spare berth in the garage." He doesn't look at Ultra Magnus, as he continues, knowing he doesn't have to, to make a point. "For those late nights when it's too long a drive to go home after working."