Verity makes a soft oof sound when Ratchet lifts her off the table single-single-handed. Nothing about being cradled by someone who was comprised almost entirely of hard edges and only somewhat malleable metal was exactly comfortable, but Verity felt more aafe here than anywhere else in the big wide universe. She was just glad the sound and fury of Ratchet's long overdue eruption didn't come with an explosive aftershock.
"Idiot." She breathed out, knocking her forehead gently against the side of Ratchet's arm. "You're the only one with millions of years of experience keeping the wayward misfits and suicidally optimistic alive and together."
Tarn and Pharma, even Prowl, were all just distant names unattached to any more nightmares right now. Verity smiled back and for once, actually relaxed.
"I already died once, remember?" It was true - she and Jimmy were clinically dead for a harrowing six minutes and would have stayed that way without Ratchet's intervention. Her suit was originally designed to insulat her from the hazards of an organic in orbital jump. "Not much else but time and universal apocalypse keeping me out of your hair. Someone has to make sure you don't burn out worrying about all of us."
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"Idiot." She breathed out, knocking her forehead gently against the side of Ratchet's arm. "You're the only one with millions of years of experience keeping the wayward misfits and suicidally optimistic alive and together."
Tarn and Pharma, even Prowl, were all just distant names unattached to any more nightmares right now. Verity smiled back and for once, actually relaxed.
"I already died once, remember?" It was true - she and Jimmy were clinically dead for a harrowing six minutes and would have stayed that way without Ratchet's intervention. Her suit was originally designed to insulat her from the hazards of an organic in orbital jump. "Not much else but time and universal apocalypse keeping me out of your hair. Someone has to make sure you don't burn out worrying about all of us."