action;

[He has his answer. It sinks in, more than a stone in the river. Perceptor just...admitted feelings to him. They both did. It's hard to accept that the fight's over. That he doesn't have to hide it. By the time it registers, he's already over to the scientist.

He doesn't even have control anymore. It all seems automated. A hand reaches up, to the edge of the window of Perceptor's chestplate, pulling him down, aggressively.]

Then why are you standing there, Sarge.

[He couldn't have sounded more desperate if he tried. His hands wrap around the bot's head, securing it and pulling it forward.]