[Audio | Prima's Temple]

[rungout]

[Waking up had been odd. His head was swimming and everything just felt off for some reason, but he couldn't quite place what was going on. Rung didn't remember returning to Prima's temple so that, in itself, was throwing him off considering the last thing he remembered was...

Well, he'd been out and about in Haven.

Sitting up slowly with a hand to his head, Rung looked around as he tried to make sense of things, growing even more confused by his presence here because, as of late, the only temple he'd been recharging in was Alpha Trion's. His optics narrowed a bit on the floor as he dug through his memories, trying to remember--

Wait.

Pain. He remembered pain but not the source. It was fuzzy but..

His hand lowered slowly, vents cycling softly as his optics dimmed now. He'd..died...hadn't he? That would be the only thing that made sense but how?

Glancing around the room after a long moment, Rung spotted his comm device on the makeshift desk and slowly eased off his bed to make his way over to it. Once he had the device in hand he found himself hesitating, staring at it as he debated his options before switching it to audio only, vents cycling heavily as his optics dimmed.]


Would..anyone be able to fill me in on what..I can't seem to remember properly?

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[rungout]

You would have gotten hurt potentially as well and that's the last thing I want, Dead End.

[dinnerdate]

That wouldn't matter.

[He shuffles in place, wings drooping.]

I'm never there when you need me to be... And you. You died because of it.

[rungout]

[Rung's optics sadden a bit and before he says anything else he pushes himself up and makes his way down the steps to the other. There isn't a moment of hesitation whatsoever as he pulls Dead End into a hug, arms wrapped firmly around the other's neck as he squeezes him close.]

It's not your fault, Dead End. None of it is so please don't blame yourself.

[dinnerdate]

[It's hard not to blame himself, considering that's what he's been doing for the entirety of Rung's death - with of course figuring out what he would do to the bot or whoever that was responsible for killing the other. It would be a difficult thing to do while Rung was gone and him being back from the dead and here hugging him somehow makes it even harder, although he does hug the therapist back. Arms wrapping around the other bot's waist tightly as though someone could come along and murder him again, face pushed into his neck.]

I could have done something... I should have. I'm sorry, Rung.

[rungout]

[Any tension that might have been coursing through Rung's frame melts away as the other returns the embrace, his optics dimming as he squeezes Dead End close.]

Please don't apologize...This was my own fault.

[dinnerdate]

[There's a faint shake of his head. Rung couldn't be more wrong.]

No, it wasn't.

[rungout]

Yes it was. I tend to make enemies quite easily and it--this sort of thing was bound to happen eventually.

[dinnerdate]

[His grip on Rung only tightens at that.]

It wasn't your fault. Enemies or not, it wasn't... It just wasn't your fault.

[rungout]

It was no one's fault but the one responsible...so please don't take any of the blame for yourself, Dead End.

[There's a pleading note there as Rung shifts closer and nuzzles the other just a bit. First Kagerou, now Dead End...

He doesn't want those he cares about blaming themselves for this.]

[dinnerdate]

It doesn't feel like that... You were right there and I didn't even know. I should have...

[rungout]

Should have what, Dead End? Put yourself in potential danger? That's not what I want. I want you safe just as much as you want me safe. I'm thankful you weren't there.

[dinnerdate]

But I might have been able to do something. Things might have turned out better.

[rungout]

[Pulling back a bit, Rung lifted his hands to cup the others cheeks, shaking his head some.]

Maybe, maybe not. But what's done is done. Don't blame yourself and please don't dwell.

[dinnerdate]

I have weapons, I'm sure things would have turned out better.

[His wings droop.]

I'm still dwelling on things from vorns ago... It's not- I don't work that way.

[rungout]

But there's no reason for you to dwell on this, Dead End. Because it...it can't be helped. I wish it hadn't happened but it did. I'm back now though and that's what matters.

[dinnerdate]

And it'll never happen again...

[He'll make sure of it. Hopefully.]

But I... I still feel responsible.

[rungout]

You aren't responsible. What happens to me is because of my own actions, no one elses.

[He leans up a bit to kiss the other gently.]

It's not your fault.

[dinnerdate]

[His engine lets out a somewhat defeated whine as he presses back into the kiss. He's not winning this.]

I... If you say so...

[rungout]

I do say so..and I mean it.

[He gives the other another kiss, this one softer, more..loving almost.]

[dinnerdate]

Alright...alright.

[He gives Rung a little squeeze.]

I still feel bad though...

[rungout]

..Then make it up to me by not leaving my side tonight...if that..I mean..

[The words were soft and hesitant almost, but there was a tone underneath that which made it clear this was something Rung really wanted.

It all still felt surreal and right now? Right now he just wanted to feel real and have someone close.]

[dinnerdate]

[Rung could have sounded like he didn't care at all, and Dead End still would have jumped at the chance to do whatever the therapist wanted. He was lucky enough to even be getting another chance with the Autobot, eh wasn't going to let him get killed again. Arms pull Rung as close and tight as possible.]

Anything you want, Rung. Anything you want.

[rungout]

Let's go back to our room then.

[Because that room was home; not his room here in Prima's temple. It was home because Dead End was there and Rung felt safe with him.]

[dinnerdate]

[Dead End looks at him for a moment before nodding.]

Okay...

[They'd be fine on their way back. Nothing would happen and he could just sit with Rung in their room. Hopefully.]