[Just a kiss. That was certainly one way to describe it. In Wheeljack's mind, yes, that's all it was. But as he continued to hold on, clinging tighter and tighter to that metal, he realized that that wasn't necessarily true. It was security.
Some sort of stability in this world. It might not last, heck, it didn't before. He has no guarantee on anything, especially considering who he is. But right now, he just needs something.
He feels that engine roar against him, his lips trying not to smile, eventually betraying him. That was evidence that this wasn't wrong. That the other wanted this just as bad.
No guarantees. That's what he told himself.
But he'd hold on as long as he could. Now that was a real guarantee.]
action;
Some sort of stability in this world. It might not last, heck, it didn't before. He has no guarantee on anything, especially considering who he is. But right now, he just needs something.
He feels that engine roar against him, his lips trying not to smile, eventually betraying him. That was evidence that this wasn't wrong. That the other wanted this just as bad.
No guarantees. That's what he told himself.
But he'd hold on as long as he could. Now that was a real guarantee.]