you know you are as small as the things you let annoy you {backdated before robot prom}

[asafepairofhands]

It's a little while after Sixshot has dug all of the medics up from whatever underground art bunker they had been briefly trapped in, miraculously without anyone killing each other, and Ratchet is back in the medibay at work. He is still half-legless and especially foul-tempered, especially considering the upcoming festivities, which he plans to avoid as completely as possible.

COME BOTHER HIM



[CLOSED TO RODIMUS]
It's not long after the medics are back that Ratchet sends a message to Rodimus privately, apropos of what seems like nothing.

Come to the medibay. I need to check something.

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[arnhaid]

There's no disguising the relief on Ironhide's face. He's smiling broadly, now. And both arms loop around Ratchet's shoulders.

Hang onto your robo panties, Ratchet, you're getting a hug.

"Thanks." There's so much gratitude in one word, it's a little overwhelming. "I knew I could count on you. Always could."

[asafepairofhands]

"Oof--"

Ratchet wheezes a little, but leans into it.

"'Course, Ironhide. Of course you can. ...it's just a dance, anyway. How bad can it be, right?"

[arnhaid]

He's not going to let go any time soon. He's just going to hold on for as long as he can.

Something he can count on in this crazy place.

"It won't be bad. You an' me are gonna make sure of it."