I can figure out the point of anything [OPEN]

[flashdrive]

WHO: Rewind and You!
WHERE: Liege Maximo's altar
WHEN: A day after Chromedome's death/body has gone missing
WHAT: One half waits for the other.
WARNINGS: N/A

It'd been twenty-four hours since Chromedome's death.

And the feeling was still numb--Rewind kept trying to process it, to make sense of it. But all that he could do was continue on, almost on autopilot. It was like his brain wouldn't do anything other than what was necessary. He was angry, at a great number of people. Angry at Chromedome for not keeping his promise, angry at Prowl for instigating him. Angry at Tarn for killing him in such a way.

Rewinds warnings were far too ironic. He'd always told Chromedome that injecting could kill you. He just didn't mean it quite so literally. When he saw it over the feed, he could feel his spark sink like a rock. It sank into a rut that it couldn't escape from, and despite knowing that Chromedome would eventually come back...

It didn't make the pain of losing him go away.

He sat by the alter in Liege Maximo's temple, where Chromedome would eventually appear, as he'd learned on the Link. All of those who died would appear there, in their respective temples. As he sat, he fiddled with something he found in the junkpile. A tiny cassette, nothing too out of the ordinary. But something about it had Rewind quite interested.

Fiddling with it.

[ooc: feel free to sit with him or bug Rewind on this! He'll be here until Chromedome comes back.]

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[flashdrive]

He had to hand it to Kagerou, he would have had no idea the ninja was there if he hadn't crouched next to him. He probably had to thank his stars that Kagerou respected him. He wouldn't have to worry about getting on his bad side.

He hoped.

So when the ninja crouches, he keeps twirling the cassette, but figures he should address him.

"Hey, bud."

Might as well be friendly.

[thxforthememories]

"Hello..."

He wasn't sure what else to say. Or even how to respond to all of this, short of following the other BPs into the field. It smacked too much of what happened with Overlord -- the public torture, the death... His visible optic flicked in Rewind's direction.

"Would you like it... if we spoke?" he asked. He was fine with staying quiet, if that was what the Autobot wanted.

But it couldn't hurt to ask.

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"He's an idiot."

Why don't you tell us how you really feel, Rewind? But his voice is calm, a little too placid for that line, as he continues to look at the altar. As if Chromedome would appear there at any moment.

"The biggest idiot I've ever known. He never listens to me. So he always gets himself into these situations. It drives me up the wall."

[thxforthememories]

He blinks, turning to fully face Rewind, rather than look at the altar. That is... not what he'd expected. Then again, he hadn't been entirely sure what to expect.

Or how to answer.

He almost asks why Rewind even bothers waiting, bothers talking, or trying to get the other Autobot to listen. But stops himself before the words even finish forming in his processor.

"... He's who you spoke about, earlier," he says, and it's not really a question. "When you came to look at my marking." A pause. Just to be sure. "Isn't he?"

[flashdrive]

And in turn, Rewind's gaze match's the ninjas. There's only a visor there, but anyone can see that Rewind is hurting. Beyond anything most can imagine. Then again, he'd practically lost his other half.

"Yeah, that's him." His reply was almost a sigh of defeat, like he had pretty much accepted this as a thing.

"And I love him."

[thxforthememories]

For a second, all he can do is stare. He... understands that look. Maybe more than he probably should -- the other half of himself is still alive. But they're separated, all the same. That thought, though, he keeps to himself. This isn't about him.

Though, he can't keep the look of sympathy from flashing in his own expression. That flicker of understanding.

He holds out an arm, awkwardly, hesitantly, looping it around the smaller 'bot in an approximation of an embrace. It worked for him, when others did it. Why not here?

[flashdrive]

It's pretty easy to scoop Rewind up, even more so when he doesn't fight it. Maybe it's the fatigue from waiting, or maybe he just needs someone right now...someone close who can just hold him.

Either way, he leans back into the touch, visor dimming as he keeps watch on the altar.

"...Thanks, Kagerou. This...this helps."

[thxforthememories]

He doesn't know what to say -- but this, he can do. If all he needs to do is sit here and support the Autobot, he can. He's done it for Kay. Why not another friend?

... and how odd that sounds, in the back of his mind.

"I'll stay then," he says, quietly. "If that's what helps."

Someone should be here.

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"It does." He sinks back into Kagerou. It wasn't the same as Chromedome, by far, but it was comforting. Warm.

Something familiar.

And while he tries not to show it, he's starting to get lethargic, drifting in and out of consciousness.

[thxforthememories]

He sits still, quiet, letting the Autobot do as he likes. It doesn't bother him, the quiet, or being used as a pillow, a support. Rewind had done much the same for him, earlier, after all.

Even when he feels the frame start to relax, he stays put. All he does is shift, adjusting his arms so that Rewind won't find himself sprawled on the floor if he falls asleep. He'll remain here as long as he has to, as long as he's asked to.

No one should have to feel that hurt on their own.