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if you want anything else, let me know, yeah?
{ scooting a plate of hashbrowns over to hot shot… }
yeah— heh. i’d love a nap right about now.

{ he’s already snuggling IN. don’t threaten the cube with a good time. }
okay, then. work buddies. i was gonna use your office anyway— so you’re stuck with me.

{ he’s starting to get the message, thankfully. wink! }
hey, i don’t mind keepin’ busy. you know that. if you wanna work with me, you can, but i think you should stay here and rest.
at least you’re home now. don’t worry about work or anything— i’ll take care of it all for you, yeah?

{ kiss, kiss. }
how’d your meeting go? i missed ya.

{ purrrrrr, pressing a kiss to hot shot’s helm. }
{ sliding in right next to hot shot, arms slipping around the smaller’s hips. let him hold you for a second… }
alright. if you’re longer than expected, i’m going out there.

{ leaning in for another kiss. mwaaah… }
you sure…? well— i’m just a call away. you know i’ll come running to wherever you are.

{ he’s not too eased on the idea of hot shot going by himself right now, but he wouldn’t want to irritate him either. }
damn. uh, want me to go with you? i mean— i’ll wait outside, obviously. but i’ll walk you home after.

{ placing the crybaby bird back onto the floor. }
it’s alright, rube… you’re gettin’ spoiled.

{ he says as he continues to hold him like a baby. nudging open the washroom door… }

hey, baby. what’re you getting ready for?
{ HE’S UP, HE’S UP, already on the way to snatch up the crying peacock. }

ruben, what’s the matter. stop yelling.
yeah, the freeloader must be tired.

{ a playful roll of his optics, brushing his hand along hot shot’s arm. }

want some tea before bed? i’ll start brewin’ for ya. get yourself ready for the night.
‘course he did. he’s checking on you…

{ pressing a small kiss to hot shot’s helm before slowly releasing his grasp on the other, just in case he’d like to venture towards the peacock. }
it’s gonna be alright, baby… i promise. look— even ruben wants to say hi to you. he cares about you too, you know.

{ wiggling his free digits to the bird, beckoning him to come closer for some scratches! }
{ he doesn’t at all! being a pillar of support that hot shot can lean on in times like these are important to the conman. his arms rub and massage at the wrecker’s back, offering what small comfort he can provide besides an open audial. there, there. swindle will hold you until you feel alright. }
because * you need someone. you can’t handle that kind of stuff on your own— it messes with you mentally. it’s alright…

{ it isn’t, but he isn’t exactly sure how to console him in this predicament. hot shot is still processing everything. }

you don’t have to act with me. let it out.
and that you had to see something like that. you should’ve called me…
what?! who? on the street?

{ well, upon further thought, it’s not the most shocking thing he’s heard of— cybertron has really bad areas, which is why he knows just where to avoid. quickly, he comes to hot shot’s side, tugging him into a soft embrace for support. }

i’m sorry about your buddy.
baby… you can be honest with me. what happened?

{ he can see the evidence ON ruben, anyway. cautiously stepping closer… }
{ opening up the door… halting. }

hot shot…? are you cryin’?
{ coming in through the intricate golden gate, swiftly transforming out of alt - mode while dusting off his shoulders. damn dirt. time to see his lovely husband. }