Doctor, Doctor, gimme the news~

[rungout]

WHO: Rung and whoever wants to stop in!
WHERE: The good doctor's office
WHEN: It's an all day affair at Rung's office~ A few days after he discovered his new abilities.
WHAT: Therapy sessions and go!
WARNINGS: Dark pasts, etc?


Yep, it was that time again.

Now that things were somewhat back to normal for the resident therapist, Rung had put out the word that he would be taking patients again. He had missed it, helping others, and it was time to get his mind off everything that had happened to him over the past few weeks.

His office had been cleaned up and rearranged a bit, the therapist just wanting to change the atmosphere a bit.

Make it more personable than it had been before.

Satisfied with what he'd done, the front door had been propped open and he was settled at his desk, going over some files as he absently toyed with a ball of light.

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[rungout]

Understanding flickers across the therapist's face and he sets the ship back in place on the shelf before moving across the room to his partner. He doesn't hesitate to reach out and rest his hands on the other's shoulders, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.

"I'm alright, I promise. I understand what your line of thought was and I can't tell you how much I appreciate that you were willing to bust in here swords drawn to protect me," he murmurs, looking..so surprised and a bit humbled by the notion. "But I'm okay. It was just nice out and I wanted to air out the office a bit. I also had patients coming by all day."

[dinnerdate]

As Rung sets a hand on his shoulder, his engine rumbles softly. He's okay, that is the most important part here. Not that he just made an utter fool of himself.

Rung's okay, that's all that matters. Everything else is just brooding fuel for a later date.

"I don't want to loose you again..." He starts, giving Rung a small smile before it's gone a second later.

The Stunticon lifts his own hand to rest on his companion's arm, he just has to keep reminding himself that Rung was okay. That he's going to stay that way.

"Are you... sure that's safe?"

[rungout]

"I'm not going anywhere."

Because he wasn't going to let that sort of thing happen again. Not if he could help it. Sure he wasn't the strongest mech or the most skilled but Rung had a skillset of his own that he could use if need be.

He leaned into the other's touch a bit and smiled reassuringly.

"Yes, it is. I promise."

[dinnerdate]

In a sense what Rung says is reassuring, but he knows better than to completely believe it. Not because he doesn't trust Rung, but because he doesn't trust his own luck. Sooner or later he's going to loose Rung to something, be it death, doing something wrong, another bot or a combination of it all. He'll do his best to keep Rung safe for as long as Rung'll have him. And likely even when the inevitable end comes.

"I just," he starts, trying to give the therapist another smile, but falling a bit short. "I don't think I could handle loosing you again...

"Not- well I just want you to be safe. After everything that's happened."

It's one of the few things he can want.