"What?" First Aid sounds genuinely surprised. He doesn't resist as Sixshot nudges him closer, though part of him knows he should probably be more cautious around the Phase Sixer. He's too forgiving, maybe. Probably too trusting. "Who would tell him that?"
He pushes against the warmth of Sixshot's plating, right under his neck and looks up at him.
"There's too few of us here. I mean-- there are some who probably would, especially since there seem to be some who don't remember the war ending, but..."
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"What?" First Aid sounds genuinely surprised. He doesn't resist as Sixshot nudges him closer, though part of him knows he should probably be more cautious around the Phase Sixer. He's too forgiving, maybe. Probably too trusting. "Who would tell him that?"
He pushes against the warmth of Sixshot's plating, right under his neck and looks up at him.
"There's too few of us here. I mean-- there are some who probably would, especially since there seem to be some who don't remember the war ending, but..."