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Much Needed Support

WHO: Rung, Open!
WHERE: At his office in Alpha Trion's quadrant.
WHEN A few days after the Glyphless stuff went down.
WHAT: He knows that a lot of people may need his help right now, so he's spending a lot of time at his office.
WARNINGS: Um...well..who knows what might come up?

Considering everything that had been going on, Rung had decided that he was going to put in even more time at his office than he usually did. It only seemed right, all things considered, and he wanted to be able to help anyone and everyone that needed it. Sure they could very easily just contact him over the comm but something a little more personal seemed like a good idea.

Sometimes it was more comforting to, it just depended on the individual.

He had stepped out for a bit of a break from the office scenery, even if he was extremely use to it, spending a few minutes down by the lake's edge before making his way back inside. The therapist was honestly very glad he had taken the suggestion of setting up an office here because the quadrant was nothing short of gorgeous and very therapeutic in a way. There was a calm atmosphere that would be good for his patients and he wanted to make sure his office was just as calming and comforting of an atmosphere as possible; that sort of thing had always been his main goal after all.

The therapist made his way into his office to settle in, his thoughts briefly going to a few individuals that he'd spoken to as of late--like Fort Max, Ultra Magnus, and Whirl--the latter making him wince just a bit.

Not his best approach ever...

Rung shook his head a bit, optics dimming for a moment before he nudged those thoughts aside, collecting himself as he leaned back in his seat to start organizing some new data, wanting to have everything properly sorted for everyone he spoke to, just in case.

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For a while all Dead End can do is give Rung a long skeptical look. Is he hearing this right?

Rung thinks he's decent? He wants to help?

...

This is a trap. It's a trap and he's doomed, there's no other explanation.

"Anyone ever tell you that you're weird?" Because it needed to be said, just in case this wasn't a trap. But it was probably a trap. People don't do this kind of thing for him. Especially not someone he just met.

"You could just help with the whole... therapist talking thing. You don't... You don't actually have to help with my diet."

"Plenty of people," Rung said with a tinge of humor to his voice, use to that sort of sentiment. It wasn't the first time he'd heard thing from someone and it wouldn't be the last time, he had no doubt about that.

Giving the other's shoulder one last squeeze, the therapist finally let go and tucked his arms behind his back, lacing his fingers together.

"Or I could do both. I want to help you...but if you'd rather I didn't..." he trailed off with a bit of a shrug.

There's a brief pause before Dead End speaks up again, "As long as you aren't trying to kill me, I don't care what you help with."

If Rung wants to help with his diet, then he's not going to stop him.

"Don't know how much help you can actually do though. I don't think what the dark energon did can be fixed... And no one else wants to help me. You're kind of alone in this."

The fact that someone wanted to help was already making his processor all confused. Thinking about how helping could happen was downright impossible. That and, he's not really a positive mech.

"We'll find others to help. There are individuals here that will help you, don't give up hope yet about that," Rung said softly, reassuringly, moving back over to his desk finally and sinking down into his seat.

So where to start?

"Have you been able to get any sort of subsistence since you arrived here?" he asked, leaning back in his chair as he rested his hands in his lap. "I mean, I'd imagine you had to have found something, considering you are sitting here right now."

The Decepticon shakes his head, "Never had any hope to begin with. They aren't going to help, and the less that know about my diet the better."

The last thing he needed was people trying to kill him or lock him up. Anyone comes after him later, and then he'll know for sure that this was a trap. No one does, and then maybe Rung is a little trustworthy. Maybe.

"I've been drinking a lot of energon, not that it really does much," but it was better than nothing. Didn't really make him feel like he wasn't starving, but it lessened it just a little. "Wheeljack's let me... borrow some of the energy from his power core as well." Not that it filled him up either.

Rung's quiet for a moment as he considers all this, debating on a few things. There aren't a lot of options, at least not right now, but he intends to change that.

Because there has to be someone that will help. For now though...

"...What if you had someone else that allowed you to borrow energy as well? Would that help, at least for now?" he asked finally, optics brightening some as he came out of his thoughts and focused on Dead End once more. "At least until another alternative could be found?"

Someone else to borrow energy from, oh well this is going to a worse place already.

"It would help," there's an unspoken but in there. Rung can't be offering what he thinks he is. Bots don't just do that, job as a therapist or not. Autobot or not. It just doesn't happen.

"You can't be talking about yourself."

It's not that he wouldn't eat that. He would.

"And if I was?" Rung countered again, tilting his head. "I wouldn't be object to helping you, Dead End. There's no reason any individual should have to go without substinance and if I can help along with the other helping you, that would make things a bit better for you would it not?"

And the quality of life for others was somethig that Rung really liked to try and preserve as much as he could. It was what he did instead of fighting. Plus, he could spare the energy.

"I mean it. If you want, you can use me as well until another alternative is found."

"It would help yeah... Would feel like I'm not starving as often." but that hardly meant he agreed with the idea. He'd just met the mech, and there was some more important reasoning in there as well.

He just can't.

"I said I wouldn't hurt you. Using you as a snack would hurt, probably leave some scars." he sighs, shaking his head.

"I really don't think you know what you're offering here."

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"I may not look it but I've survived quite a bit and I'm not scared at the idea of doing somethig like this," Rung said in all seriousness, thinking back to quite a few situations that he'd been in where his life had been threatened.

He couldn't count them all on one hand, to say the least.

"Then explain it all to me. But it's not going to change my mind. I want to help you so that's what I intend to do." Because where others had shunned Dead End, Rung was willing to accept and help him.

If nothing he said would change Rung's mind, was there even any point in trying to convince him? Probably not, but he couldn't just say yes and use the mech.

"It's not about how good you are at surviving," he starts, trying to find a good way to explain this. "You could die if I get carried away. You don't exactly look all that strong, and I prefer direct access so you'll probably feel more drained... And I already mentioned the pain and the scars. They'd be a pain to explain if a medic ever found out... I mean I'm sure you taste delicious, but I'm not supposed to eat you."

That was practically eating him, sort of.

"I eat you and I'll be killed."

Rung considered it all, glancing up slightly in thought, doing some quick thinking on the entire thing.

"I don't mind feeling drained, nor do I fear the potential threat of death. This other individual that's been helping you, if you were to do it with both of us present, we could make sure nothing happened to each or, that you didn't get carried away," he suggested, focusing on Dead End again. "Leave the worrying about pain and scars to me. I'll figure out something should I need to explain them to any of the others."

But... But. Why is Rung making this so hard. Things are never so easy, it couldn't be. Things were never like this before, why would his luck suddenly be changing? It wouldn't.

"But Whirl would kill me."

There. There's that. His luck isn't changing. Even if Rung's idea is a good one. He's got every excuse to do what he said he would and not eat Rung. Although if the Autobot has an answer for this one, well he's all out of ideas.

Scrap, this isn't easy.

"While I appreciate others being concerned for my well being, the choice is ultimately mine and I want to do this and help you," Rung said firmly, not really leaving room for any further arguments. He honestly doubted that Whirl cared that much so it was a null point as it was. (Considering Rung was pretty sure his last outburst had ruined their relationship.)

"So please, let me do this." There wasn't too much he could do to help so he was going to jump at thr chance to do what he could.

"I..."

Scrap, scrap, scrap. This wasn't what he expected therapy to be like, this wasn't going at all how he imagined. Rung was. Nice was a good word for it, but nice might not even cover it if he was a trustworthy bot.

He shouldn't say no to a free meal. If he wants to keep from starving he shouldn't say no to a free meal. But he should because.

Right. Because.

Dead End's wings twitch nervously, "I don't." What does he do?

"I guess... Maybe."

There. Now that they had gotten past that.

"Alright then," Rung said with a bit of a nod, feeling better now that the other was at least going to give him the chance to do this. He went quiet for a second, studying the other before he moved to stand, tucking his arms behind his back.

"When was the last time you were able to have something to eat?" he asked, head tilting some in a curious manner. "Because if it's been awhile then you could feed now..if you wanted."

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For a long while all Rung manages to get out of the Decepticon is nothin but a blank stare. He's completely motionless otherwise, aside from the occasional wing flick.

What? Did Rung just say what he thought he did?

He could have some energy now? But. But he just met this bot, why is he offering so soon. It's not like he's an important mech or anything, he's nobody.

"A while." the stare doesn't change. It's been a good while since he's poked at Wheeljack for a snack.

"But it's fine. You don't have to..."

It's quite possible that he's in a bit of shock from all of this.

"I know I don't have to, but I want to. There's a difference," Rung corrected, giving the other a look that clearly said he wasn't going to let this be argued any further. Dead End would eventually realize that the therapist was just that type of bot; that he was willing to do whatever he could to help his patients, as long as it was within his realm of capabilities.

And this was. So why hesitate? Especially if the other hadn't gotten to feed in quite some time.

"I'm..not sure how you go about this though so..."

Wants to. He wants to. And from the look Dead End's getting saying anything else isn't going to go anywhere. In fact the look makes the Decepticon shrink back a bit.

That's a new look for this kind of situation.

It takes a moment for Dead End to compose himself, shake off the shock and really think about this.

"Direct access." he says quietly, wings drooping. It's what he's always liked best when compared with the other options.

"You'd have to sit in my lap..."

Not awkward at all.

Awkward, yes, but, well, if it was the way that worked best.

Rung hesitated, just for a moment, before he nodded and moved closer to the other, one step then another until he was close enough to ease into the other's lap. It took everything he had to stay composed, really not use to being physical in any manner with others--

Not many people wanted to be close to a therapist after all.

Wringing his hands together a bit before stopping himself and resting them on his thighs instead, Rung glanced up at Dead End, nothing but trust in his gaze despite his nervousness.

Well this was overly awkward, Dead End's not even sure if he wants to go through with this. With Wheeljack it was different, they had a history. It wasn't even like he'd tricked Rung into this, the bit actually voulenteered. How does he go through with this in the least awkward way possible.

Well first thing's first.

"You'll need to open the pannel to your power core." he gently taps Rung's chest. A bit nervously, but the bots from Rung's universe can do that right?

"Promise I won't touch your spark."

Bad nervous joke.

"Or I mean. Uh, I could do it another way..."

Right. The panel to his power core.

"I trust you," he said with a faint smile, starting to open the panel before he paused when Dead End mentioned another way. The therapist peered up at him again. "What other way do you mean? Not that I mind doing it this way," Rung said in a bit of a reassuring way, honestly just curious about what this other method was.

Maybe said other way would make it so there wasn't so much physical evidence of what had occurred? It'd be easier to hide it from others that way.

Rung trusts him. Well that's more than he can say, he doesn't quite trust the Autobot, not yet. Although why would Rung let him basically eat him if he couldn't be trusted? It wouldn't make sense.

"Oh... Just hooking up fuel lines and stuff like that." is Rung finally changing his mind? Not that he'd blame him.

"It takes a lot longer," he explains, while trying to find a good place to put his hands. "Direct access I can drain a core in about a breem. Going the hook up route takes me a whole night to drain a core... Sometimes a bit longer."

Why it's like that who knows, ~~blame the bayverse Dead End~~ science probably, but he's no scientist.

"I see," Rung murmured, before the panel that had been opening before completely opened now. "..You've gone this long, I'm not going to make you wait any longer," the therapist added softly, that trusting look back.

Perhaps the longer way could be done in the future, when it wasn't such a dire sort of situation--because Rung saw this to be dire considering the other really didn't seem to be able to get enough to sustain himself much at all from his other source.

He smiled faintly at the 'Con before relaxing slowly, any tension that had been creeping in disappearing.

"Ready when you are I suppose..unless there's something else that needs to be done first?"

Okay, so Rung wasn't changing his mind and backing out of this. He was just asking, perhaps for the sake of asking. And that look on the Autobot's face was far too trusting. He was actually ready to go through with this, with letting Dead End eat him. Something the Decepticon is still having trouble understanding.

"No, nothing else."

Rung does look delicious...

"You're sure about this?" he asks once more. Just. Be sure before he actually starts draining some energy from the guy.

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