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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[aminerproblem]

There's an warmth in his eyes that has been absent for a long time since his last night on Messatine,"The clinic is turning out to be quite something from where it started, isn't it?"

He gives one of the doctor's shoulders a gentle squeeze,"No sense in having our resources split down faction lines."

[asafepairofhands]

"Yeah, it's shaping up. I've sure as hell worked in worse."

Ratchet manages a crooked smile up at Megatron, watching that warmth in his face.

"I've certainly had worse colleagues."