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[Have a worried Wing.]

I am, apparently, immune to this disease that is attacking so many of you. [Mixed blessing?]

I'd like to offer my services to move supplies from group to group. Is there--have we discovered a way to decontaminate things? I'd hate to carry the disease, though I'd like to be able to go to the ship.

Also, can--has anyone thought of a memorial service for those we have lost? I think it might help us grieve and honor our dead. [He looks near tears at this--yes, a robot--because of Chime.]

And has anyone seen Drift?

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Are you crying?

[He looks fascinated, if morbidly so, because what even is this, giant robots shouldn't be able to look near tears.

Also, it means not dealing with feelings. This is always a plus.]

Get the specific decon requirements from the hospital. I'll rig something up.

I, ah, I am trying not to.

[He thinks he's being called out on his emotions.]

Thank you. I really want to help. Somehow.

How is that even physically possible? Do you even need that sort of lubrication mechanism?

I.....apparently we do? Because I have one?

[What kind of questions are you even asking?]

[Inappropriate ones. Is there any other kind?]

That's incredibly weird.

[He waves it off, if reluctantly.]

Let me know when you have an answer from medical. You can find me on the ship.

[Probably. Unless he's elsewhere. Which has not, admittedly, been incredibly common of late.]

[Well, erm, when you put it that way...?]

Do your kind not cry when they are sad?

[He nods.] I will be in touch. Thank you.

Nope. Never. I'm not even sure how I recognized it. Maybe the ship implanted everyone with false memories while we were in cold storage.

Oh. [He looks a little startled. ] That's...that's a disturbing thought.

Is there a way to track those down? Recognize which thoughts are yours and which are false?

[What is this, is he actually being taken seriously?

Well, may as well play along.]

Corrupt signatures. Or memory overlay. That one's actually a pretty big tell.

[Yes. Very seriously.]

Ah. That sounds like it must be disorienting, even if it's so easily recognizable.

There are rumors of something like that back on Cybertron before the war.

There's rumours about that everywhere. Was there actually anything to them?

Yes. Under Sentinel Prime there was a program to reprogram dissidents.

That was before the war began.

Wing...? I'm here- I'm sorry. I-

I must have gotten turned around. Are you all right?

[A rush of relief. ]

No, no. Don't apologize. I was just..I hadn't seen you and then this plague is here and people are dying and... [He gives a contrite grimace.]

I'm fine. Just worried.

It's okay. I'm sorry to have worried you.

Wing are you... [ Crying? ]

I'm just glad you're here.

[He's choosing to focus on that, right now. Forget the negative. There's too much of that in the world already.]

I...I lost a friend.

Oh... oh I'm so sorry, Wing. I am so sorry.

I should have been there. Where are you?

I had promised him we could go flying one day. And now...we can't.

[Such a stupid thing to fixate on, he knows. But everything else just seems too much.]

I am by the hospital in the Old City.

I'm... sorry. Is there anything I can do? I mean. To help? To make you feel better?

Ah- I'm en route, then.

No. No, Drift. I'll be fine. Just seeing you again helps.

[He couldn't have stood losing two. Not Drift.]

I'll be here. Drift? Thank you.

Well... good.

[ He arrives a while later, transforming. He looks like he's probably been a bit lost in the forest for a while because he's muddy and covered in leaves. He marches right up to Wing anyways. ]

Edited 2012-11-03 02:34 (UTC)

[Despite himself, Wing can't suppress a laugh bursting from his vocalizer at Drift's appearance.]

Drift! What have you gotten up to? Or into?

[It doesn't matter: he pulls Drift into a hug regardless.]

[ Oh if he could blush. He'll settle to look sulky and demoralized. ]

Like I said I...

I got a little turned around and fell into a- a bog sort of place. Wing, I have mud in places mud should not be.

[ He can't be too upset because Wing is hugging him anyway and he returns the tight embrace. }

I'm glad you're ok.

[Sulky is still reading as 'adorable' to Wing.]

We'll clean you up later. [He offers a bit of a wink at the 'we'. He would like to be very involved with it. ] I'm just glad you're all right.

Have you fueled recently? [Wing is suddenly hungry, as though seeing Drift again flipped a switch and everything was almost normal again.]

[ You ordered one stupid awkward chuckle? Along the lines of 'duhuuhuhuhuh'? Right when he sorta catches that 'we'. ]

U-hmm... no. Not recently, but I'm fine. I'm glad you're all right, too. If you want to take a break to fuel I wouldn't mind, though.

[ He teeters awkwardly from one foot to the other. ]

[He did order that. And he nuzzles into it.]

I would. It might help.

Before or after we clean you up, though? [A little wink.]

[ Ahfdfdghfsd winking. You fluster him so. ]

Ahaha w-well you look a little rough, so you should probably fuel first.

[ He puts on a confident smile. ]

I can wait for a bath, no problem there.

Not 'me'. Us. Please. And you can tell me what you've been up to.

[The smile steadies Wing.]

We'll do it later. Because I can tell it's going to take a lot of...energy.

Okay, alright. I just- okay.

[ Wow he really can't say no to you. He's too busy being bashful. ]

Energy? I mean I'm pretty cooperati-

[ Oh. Wow did. Did that just happen? He looks really dumfounded in a happy way. ]

We need to see what we can do about this plague that is affecting the others. We appear--thankfully--immune.

[He can't help but glow at Drift's reaction. He misses his whole city, but Drift is making up for that.]

[He winks. ] I'm sure you are. I just want to be...thorough.

Yeah, I've been trying to help where I can but... ah. It's. I'm no doctor.

[ Another very clueless sound. ]

Y-yes of course. I wouldn't doubt you would be.

[ Now wink back. Wink damn it. ]

Wink.

[ NO, DAMN IT. ]

Neither am I. [He gives a heavy sigh. ] It's frustrating not to be able to help.

[He gives a startled blink at Drift's reaction and then bursts out laughing, pulling the other mech into a hug. He'd missed this so much. He'd missed any levity so much.]

We just have to do what we can.

Uhu- [ ACK! A little bewildered and embarrassed at his mistake, but at least he's getting a hug so he can't complain too much. ]

[Wing can't resist a little peck on Drift's helm. ] Wisdom, indeed, Drift.

Now, let's get some fuel.

[ Well that makes him feel oddly nostalgic. He basks in that feeling a moment before nodding. ]

Yes, let's return home for a little while.

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