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re_alignment_logs2013-02-06 09:53 pm
rungout) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-02-06 09:53 pm
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WHO: Dead End and Rung
WHERE: In the medbay.
WHEN: A few days after everything that happened when Rung first woke up.
WHAT: Making upand making out
WARNINGS: Nadda~
Actually, it had taken him him a few days to recover enough so that he could get up and move around and then it was a matter of working up the nerve to talk to Dead End. He knew that Knock Out wasn't going to let either of them leave until they made up--considering the medic had made it clear that Rung could only go back to his office if he had someone to look after him and that someone was Dead End apparently--but it was just a matter of him not feeling so awkward and nervous.
He was really worried that the other just wanted nothing more to do with him.
It was late, around that time that most would be resting but Rung's thoughts were keeping him up. He wanted out of the med bay, wanted to get back to helping others but he just..
Hesitating briefly, the therapist slowly pushed himself up and slid off his berth, wincing at how stiff he still felt. At least most of the pain was gone; that was a plus. He started away from his berth and slowly sought out the mech he was after, resisting the urge to start wringing his hands together, instead offering a small smile in greeting.
Hold it together, Rung.
"..Dead End..could..we talk?"
WHERE: In the medbay.
WHEN: A few days after everything that happened when Rung first woke up.
WHAT: Making up
WARNINGS: Nadda~
Actually, it had taken him him a few days to recover enough so that he could get up and move around and then it was a matter of working up the nerve to talk to Dead End. He knew that Knock Out wasn't going to let either of them leave until they made up--considering the medic had made it clear that Rung could only go back to his office if he had someone to look after him and that someone was Dead End apparently--but it was just a matter of him not feeling so awkward and nervous.
He was really worried that the other just wanted nothing more to do with him.
It was late, around that time that most would be resting but Rung's thoughts were keeping him up. He wanted out of the med bay, wanted to get back to helping others but he just..
Hesitating briefly, the therapist slowly pushed himself up and slid off his berth, wincing at how stiff he still felt. At least most of the pain was gone; that was a plus. He started away from his berth and slowly sought out the mech he was after, resisting the urge to start wringing his hands together, instead offering a small smile in greeting.
Hold it together, Rung.
"..Dead End..could..we talk?"
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He shouldn't be doing this, allowing Rung to do this. The therapist still hadn't taken a night to decide fully if this was truly what he wanted. Yes, it may have been clear what his choice would be, allowing the other some time to finalize his choice was something he wanted to happen. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to stop this. He couldn't say that maybe they were going a bit far with this, when the decision wasn't final. Rung wasn't drunk, so why should he care about how far this ends up going?
He should. He should.
The kiss doesn't help this inner turmoil - or rather lack thereof - and the Decepticon is quick to return it, engine rumbling and revving.