"Old habits die hard, including old worries."

He can't see the stars spangling the night sky from here, just the distant glimmer limning Wing's thighs. It's beautiful and the spicy tang of Wing's oiled systems is like a comforting blanket of scent. He can't help but nestle against it, not trying to start anything, just...be closer.

"...yes. From him and Megatron."