[Despite his lack of responses, his almost comatose state, he's leaning into the other's chest. Though whether or not it's purposeful is difficult to say. Maybe he wants it, that comfort. Or maybe he's simply lost the will to sit upright.]
[It starts to dawn on him, slowly, that someone else is here. The rushing sound in his audios starts to ebb. But the trembling remains. If anything, it starts to get worse.]
[This... can't really be happening.]
[He crashed. He was racing and he'd crashed. This isn't real. This isn't happening. Ironhide wouldn't...]
What now...
[If he's at all aware of how lost he sounds, it doesn't seem to register.]
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[It starts to dawn on him, slowly, that someone else is here. The rushing sound in his audios starts to ebb. But the trembling remains. If anything, it starts to get worse.]
[This... can't really be happening.]
[He crashed. He was racing and he'd crashed. This isn't real. This isn't happening. Ironhide wouldn't...]
What now...
[If he's at all aware of how lost he sounds, it doesn't seem to register.]