One arm slides around Ratchet's shoulders as he draws back, pulling the medic against his side. There's humor in his optics, but also sincerity.
"Prime's goin'. He's gonna need good bots keepin' an optic on him -- you never know what's gonna happen at a party. And..." His other shoulder shrugs. "Not many others around here I'd ask."
If you follow his meaning -- I don't trust many others here like I do you.
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One arm slides around Ratchet's shoulders as he draws back, pulling the medic against his side. There's humor in his optics, but also sincerity.
"Prime's goin'. He's gonna need good bots keepin' an optic on him -- you never know what's gonna happen at a party. And..." His other shoulder shrugs. "Not many others around here I'd ask."
If you follow his meaning -- I don't trust many others here like I do you.
"Come. Please."