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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]

[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.]