[Mirage could have said "Let's go to the moon", and he'd have nodded. It's debatable whether or not he's actually listening at this point. His mind keeps running in circles, trying to figure out what to do with himself, and failing.]
[There's no war. There's nothing for him to fall back on.]
[It would be so much easier if he had that. If he had anything.]
[Which is when something in the hold, in the support, of the other Autobot seems to click in his head. He actually looks at Mirage, then, like he's surprised to see him there. One hand touches the red bot's chest, hesitantly, like he's expecting it to go right though it.]
[When it doesn't, he sags into him, clinging again, and nodding.]
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[There's no war. There's nothing for him to fall back on.]
[It would be so much easier if he had that. If he had anything.]
[Which is when something in the hold, in the support, of the other Autobot seems to click in his head. He actually looks at Mirage, then, like he's surprised to see him there. One hand touches the red bot's chest, hesitantly, like he's expecting it to go right though it.]
[When it doesn't, he sags into him, clinging again, and nodding.]
[Mirage is here.]
[Like an anchor.]