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... Has anyone heard from Smokescreen, of late? He's... been suspiciously silent.

[There's an awkward silence, before his tone suddenly turns brusque. As if brushing off the other words.]

Likely, he's become bored of his studies with me, and is avoiding the work. I'll... simply have to drag him back, if that's the case...

[He trails off, something in that tone failing him.]

That said... I'm in the middle of some very intensive trials. So I would prefer any and all interruptions or visitors to be kept to the bare minimum. Unless you're answering the aforementioned question.

[Translation: I'm working so hard so I don't think about missing people.]

[The feed is then full of that awkward silence until he simply shuts it off.]

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

[When that hand hovers over his, eventually placing itself, Wheeljack doesn't even flinch. It's like he's suddenly come to the realization that things could be okay.

He's stuck here for awhile, and that feeling is kind of grounding.


Loss would happen, definitely, but they wouldn't lose him.]

Well lookit that, I didn't mess up.

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[Grounding.]

[That's a feeling he wouldn't like to feel more often. He feels his fingers curl unwillingly around the Wrecker's, and stay there.]

[He can't lose this. Some days, it feels like the last support left. Something he never thought he'd need so much.]

Nothing blew up, so I don't see why you're so surprised.