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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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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.

The therapist nodded, giving the other another faint smile.

"Yes, I'm sure. Like I said, I trust you," he said sincerely, leaning against the other just slightly as he kept himself relaxed and at ease. Mind over matter, that's what he had to keep telling himself.

He'd be alright. He knew he would be.

...Right?

Oh frag him. Well if he's going to die, might as well doing not feeling like he's completely starved. He'll brood and worry about this when he doesn't feel so empty inside. For now he should take what he can get, and he'd agreed to letting Rung help.

"Right..." he normally doesn't sound so nervous, but it's not often that this kind of situation presents itself.

Actually it's never.

Yeah, this is definitely the first.

Dead End carefully fixes Rung, hesitantly placing his hands behind the bot to help support him. Last thing he needs is Rung falling over during this or after when he's low on energy. Once everything seems good he clamps down on the power core.

He's really sorry Rung. He doesn't know how not to make this way hurt.

Pain has become something that Rung is all too familiar with but, this sort of pain? This sort of pain is rather new...and a lot worse than anything else he'd ever really experienced.

His optics flare when the other first clamps down, his hands grabbing at Dead End's upper arms as the pain shoots through him. He manages to not struggle or jerk though, reminding himself that he's doing this to help the other, to show Dead End that he cares and does trust him.

Pulling away now would make that all null and void.

But Primus did it hurt. His optics dim a bit as his frame trembles, the therapist doing his best to stay upright, to keep hanging onto the other but it's hard.

Really hard.

The sudden movement of Rung's hands make Dead End's wings perk straight up. Movement of any kind during something like this isn't something he's used to. His meal is usually dead, and well Wheeljack doesn't really move until he's ready to push him off.

Such are the differences between a warrior, a therapist and corpses he guesses.

But he's not being shoved off, he's not getting complaints... Rung's just obviously uncomfortable. He did say it would hurt. Direct access always does, and he's got more energy to drain from the other mech.

He gives Rung's back a little pat. Everything will be fine. And he'll stop if there's so much as a word.

If he were really able to think straight, that pat on the back might have been a little soothing but the pain is consuming all everything that he is at the moment so it doesn't really register. He just continues to cling to the other, vents cycling heavily as he tries to keep his grip on the other..

But the longer it goes on, the weaker his grip gets since, you know, energy loss and everything.

Rung trembles a bit more as his hands slide down the other's arms some, the therapist just barely slouching a bit but he refuses to ask the other to stop. Dead End can take what he needs; recharging and refueling will get him his energy back eventually.

Dead End doesn't take too much more from Rung once his hands begin to fall. The Autobot doesn't sound all that great, and he is shaking. The last thing he needs now is for Rung to just die on him. Maybe he can't handle this.

Taking more is what he'd liked to have done, but it's best not to push things. No matter how much he wants to keep draining the other mech or not.

So reluctantly he pries himself away, blinking at Rung.

"You okay?"

It takes a moment before the therapist is able to get himself together, head swimming a touch as his optics brighten slightly, his gaze focusing on Dead End.

"Yes...Yes I'm..okay. Just..tired," he admitted with a faint smile before his expression turned concerned, worried even as he managed to weakly lift a hand, brushing his fingers against the other's cheek.

Since that's all he was really able to do.

"Were you...was it enough..for now I mean?" Rung murmured, clearly only really worried about that.

"That's normal," he confirms. If Rung wasn't, there'd be something wrong, even if he didn't take as much as he could.

The touch to his face however, causes Dead End to freeze. The therapist is touching him. Rung is touching him. It's not in an agressive 'get to fighting' way like he's used to either. It's gentle. He's. It's. This is something he hasn't felt in a long time now.

He isn't sure what to do.

"I..."

He really isn't sure what to do.

"It's fine," that's a start, but what does he do? "You should rest. Or, uh... drinks."

Drinks.

"I could take you for drinks... as a thank you. Get. Get some more energy back in you."

Completely the normal thing to do with an Autobot. That just allowed him to drain energy. Who he just met. Who's fragging affectionate and caring like. Not at all what he's grown accustomed to.

Normal and not awkward...

"Drinks?" Rung repeats, sounding a bit confused, hand starting to fall as exhaustion gets the best of him. But then he freezes all together.

The other..was asking him out for drinks? To regain his energy of course. But...drinks. Someone was offering to take him out.

This was unexpected and surprising.

"I...wouldn't object. It--it would definitely help," the therapist said softly, clearly flustered as his fingers linger before he drops his hand into his lap. "If--well you offered so I'm assumin you're alright with going with me but I mean, if you're sure..."

Dead End nods, yes drinks. He doesn't quite get why that seems so odd to Rung, but it was probably just because it was him. Why any mech would want to go out drinking with him. Well. It just didn't happen.

Still Rung, even if he couldn't be fully trusted yet, was a nice guy. He could use the energy, and he owed him now.

Drinks it was.

"Sorry if I said something wrong..." He'd think of something else if Rung truly didn't want to go with him.

"I understand if you don't want to be seen near me."

"What--No, it's nothing like that! If anything I didn't..think you'd want to be seen with me," the therapist admitted softly, absently leaning against the other more because sitting up was a little more difficult than he had expected it to be though, really, any smart being wouldn't have even tried. His gaze was soft as he looked up at the other, hoping the other knew how sincere he was being.

"I would love to go with you," he added. "Though I might need some help getting there. I'm not..really sure how well I can walk at the moment."

His tone was sheepish, and in a way he felt like he was burdening the other. He really was a lot weaker than he realized; thus he reason he wasn't a fighter.

"I probably won't be killed immediately if I'm seen with an Autobot." he states, giving Rung's back another small pat. Yes, he probably wouldn't be killed, that party thing from a while back had both Decepticons and Autobots together and there was no fights that broke out from what he saw. Everything went well enough. He should be okay.

"I can carry you, it's fine. Walking is usually hard or just really slow after this."

Rung doesn't look too heavy, he should be able to help support the bit no problem.

"That's good," Rung said with a bit of a squeak to his voice, however faint it was. "I would much rather you weren't harmed."

Plus, he'd be extremely disappointed in anyone that did start trying to pick a fight. After what the Firstforged had said and the fact that this place was supposed to be a neutral place for all of them, it would just be bad karma to start trying to pick a fight.

A faint, thankful smile appeared and Rung started to try and sit up a bit more, at least trying to make it easier for Dead End to get up.

"Thank you..I mean it. I appreciate your help."

He doesn't know about being harmed, but he probably won't be killed. His luck is bad, but the Firstforged have banned killing - for however long that works. Maybe he'd be lucky enough and there wouldn't be any fellow Decepticons around by the time they get there. Maybe.

Dead End squirms, helping to work Rung out of his lap so they can both stand and get going. It'll probably take a while to get there given Rung's current state.

"I should be thanking you."

Rung only needs help because he drained the poor mech.

"You don't have to thank me, I'm happy to help," the therapist murmured as he stood, swaying some, his frame suddenly feeling a lot heavier than he knew it was. He put a hand to his head for a moment, vents cycling softly as he tried to collect himself, honestly looking ready to just collapse back against the other bot.

"I mean it...I really don't mind doing this," he spoke again, optics brightening a touch as he managed to focus on Dead End, giving him a faint smile. "Now...let's go get those drinks shall we?"

"You're one of the only ones," he sighs, getting up and reaching out a hand to place on Rung's chest. Help hold him upright.

"But if you don't mind, I guess. I owe you one though." Whether Rung wanted to admit it or not, it was something he owed. It was how Decepticons worked, Dead End really doesn't know any other way to do things.

Moving around he hesitantly places an arm around the other bot.

"Shouldn't take too long to get there. You'll have your energy back in no time."

Time to head out!

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