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[When Wheeljack awoke, it took a moment for those optics to adjust to the lighting of the temple. He hadn't remembered falling asleep...in fact, he couldn't remember what felt like a significant gap of time. Maybe a few hours? Knowing him, he'd probably had too much high-grade, as Wreckers do, and passed out. But still, why was he here? This wasn't anywhere near the bar, nor would someone just give up when his (and Bulkhead's) room was only around the next couple of corners. That's just plain rude.

But there was something else. Something felt...missing. He couldn't place exactly what, but it sort of chewed at the back of his mind. Figuring it was just him trying to remember the events, he shook his helm and shakily sat upright. Yep, this was the Solian Temple, all right. His eyes didn't lie to him. And he's by the altar too. Just like the newcomers do.

That was...interesting.

He gave his arms a few flexes, making sure everything was still functional before he saw his Link lying next to him. Oh, so they couldn't bring him to his room, but they left his Link just in case he needed it. That was nice. He picks it up and flicks it on, eyes squinting at the light of the screen.]

So...who do I give thanks for takin' me home from the bar?

[Guess who's back, everyone!]

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[He vents a sigh.]

I know she does. [This wasn't the first time she nearly lost him either. Not the first time she's shed tears over the thought. This was just the most serious. For all intensive purposes he shouldn't be alive, there was no quick rebound from it this time. Even if is better than he was when he first arrived here.]

I know what I mean to her...what she means to me. [Why they are so attached to each other is still strange. They haven't even known each other that long. Yet he'd do anything for her, and to keep her safe. He recalls her desperate excitement when she realized he was here. Like she hadn't seen him in years.]

I'm still a fighter, still a Wrecker at heart. [He's just got somebody else to look out for too. But hasn't stopped him before, he just has to make sure she's safe from harm.

Oh Primus, don't droop those wings, he hates it when you do that. His grip on Wheeljack's shoulder tightens, wanting to pull the Wrecker in for another hug but holding off. Expression sad, but he understands.]

I know you wouldn't, but you got people who care and worry about you too. [Including him.]

[Wheeljack sees that face, and those brows soften. Primus, Bulk, you're making it real hard for him to remain the tough guy he's built up his persona to be. And when that hand grips tight on his shoulder...

Okay, maybe just this once.

He wraps those arms around Bulkhead, squeezing as tight as he could around the big lug. His eyes are shut as tight as they'd go, as if he opened them...he'd pull away. As long as he blinded himself to this kind of affection, it wouldn't ruin what he'd worked so hard to build a wall around.]

I don't see why. I'm not the classiest of bots.

You-

[And suddenly a hug. From Wheeljack.]

[...

Oh Jackie.]

[He wraps his arms around him again, closing his own optics.]

After the millennia I've known ya, you think I care? [He likes you the way you are.]

[And Wheeljack buries himself into that hug. Bulkhead was good at that. Being the one to hold onto. As rare as it was for that to happen.]

Heh...how do you put up with my aft, Bulk?

[There's a small smile on his lips, and for a moment, he lets down that stone wall.]

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[Action] Damn these bots and their feels.

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