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[wheeljackofalltrades]

 [It's a relatively short broadcast. Wheeljack seems to be making a lot of those recently.

Well, when he's not acting crazy.]


If ya need me, I'm gonna be at the Hub for...


ever.

[And it looks like he's already started. There's a small tower of cubes lined up.]

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[sciencetank]

All the more reason not to wish it on you again.

[He means it. For all that it's short, clipped, and for all the lack of elaboration, it's sincere.]

[He sips at his cube, free hand still resting, in some kind of quiet reassurance, on Wheeljack's arm.]

Doubtful. It doesn't bear thinking about. It's done with.

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

[There's a soft vent. A sigh, from the Wrecker as he swirls that cube idly.]

Thanks Sarge. Wouldn't want it on you, either. Anyone.

[And there's a soft slump against him. He's tired, Perceptor. He's so tired.]

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[sciencetank]

Well... you're still here. Which counts for something, I suppose.

[Yeah, for all the snark, he's actually glad Wheeljack's still around. More than just glad.]

[Evidenced by the way he shifts, taking the Wrecker's weight as if it were nothing. Though... his hand shifts. Moving to Wheeljack's shoulder, instead.]

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

..Same to you. One of the few who's made it this far on this rock.

[He slumps more, practically collapsed on him now.]

I'm tired, Sarge.

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[sciencetank]

... I should probably be more proud of myself than I am, for that.

[He doesn't answer right away, letting Wheeljack lean there, his engine humming quietly, offering warmth and sound.]

You've a right to be.

[It's said softly. With fondness easily missed by anyone who didn't know him as Wheeljack probably does.]

[And before he can mentally talk himself out of it, he tilts his head, leaning it against the Wrecker's with a quiet clink of metal.]

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

[He feels the helm touch his. It's amazing how much stress it relieved, just to have someone through the same scrap as you. He lost a lot of good men (and women), but as long as he had something constant...

His hand lets go of the cube, eyes flickering to a dim glow.


Maybe he was more than just mentally tired. Nothing else is said as he seems to almost curl inward, head sinking down.]

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[sciencetank]

[Neither of them really need to speak right now, do they? They both know what it feels like, losing people. And they both have grown to need something constant, in this place.]

[He doesn't move, either. He just shifts his weight, to better brace himself against the Wrecker.]

[The hand on his arm moves to loop around Wheeljack's shoulders. For lack of anything better to do with itself.]

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Something constant. He could only hope it lasted as long as he was here. This world wasn't going to get the best of him just yet.

But for right now, he'll sink lower, until his head rests on both the counter and against the scientist's chest. For now...rest.


That hand lets go of the drink, finally stopped for the time being.

Something more comforting than alcohol had taken over.]

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[sciencetank]

[When Wheeljack's head leans on his chest... his engine kicks on. It's not the strong rumble a tank's engine should be. It's a quiet purr. As much a reassurance as anything else.]

[His arm doesn't move, though his weight shifts, offering more support.]

[He'll stay here a while. There's nothing pressing in a damaged, broken lab. There's something here just as damaged, just as in need of repairs.]

[So here, he will remain.]