Aw frag, Deadlock's gotten into her personal maintenance stuff too? Is nothing private, nothing sacred around here?
This is an awful, awful time for her to wonder when the last time was she got a hug. Because it makes her cling to him for just a second too long, snatching her hands away then and mumbling a weird apology. UGH why should she even be sorry!? Except that she knows exactly why. Mister 'Oh No My Things Have Autobot Cooties On Them' can't be here trying to hug her unless there's something wrong with him. (Oh for Primus sake why does that thought make her so sad?! Apparently people need to be messed up to want to hug her!)
But wait, that last part sounds like a totally normal social evening between two totally normal social people. She has to figuratively squint at her memory archive because the files of the last time she did anything of the sort were so long ago she can't even see the people's faces anymore. "Uuuuh. Yeah. Fuel would be good. And other stuff--A VID, I mean." Maybe some cuddles, that's safe right?
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This is an awful, awful time for her to wonder when the last time was she got a hug. Because it makes her cling to him for just a second too long, snatching her hands away then and mumbling a weird apology. UGH why should she even be sorry!? Except that she knows exactly why. Mister 'Oh No My Things Have Autobot Cooties On Them' can't be here trying to hug her unless there's something wrong with him. (Oh for Primus sake why does that thought make her so sad?! Apparently people need to be messed up to want to hug her!)
But wait, that last part sounds like a totally normal social evening between two totally normal social people. She has to figuratively squint at her memory archive because the files of the last time she did anything of the sort were so long ago she can't even see the people's faces anymore. "Uuuuh. Yeah. Fuel would be good. And other stuff--A VID, I mean." Maybe some cuddles, that's safe right?