Medic graduation and post-grad gross cuddling

[aminerproblem]

Who: Megs, Nautica, Ratchet, possibly more?
Where: Medibay and City
When: Now, and backdated to a few weeks earlier
What: cap n gown with grandpa
Warnings: disgustingly adorable cuddling

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[aminerproblem]

Megatron stops to meet the doctor's face after spotting the familiar helm through the corner of his vision. A sort of quiet understanding seems to enter his face as he hears the little nugget of wisdom. He almost forgot that someone like Ratchet was no stranger to loss after eons of terrible war. He just seemed to keep doing his job like nothing happened.

Ever since his own reassignment to C-12, there'd been so much uncertainty, so many questions, about the future and how he was going to keep moving. For a time, it felt like he was quickly running out of options, save for the one he wanted so desperately to avoid. He didn't want to become an engine of violence, but everything seemed to be pointing in that direction before he came here.

This.. This held a strange kind of compassion. Something to let himself still hold on to who he was.

"I like that," he says, finally, after a long bout of silence,"Thank you."

[asafepairofhands]

Ratchet shrugs, looking away again.

"It's not easier," he says, his voice a little rough. "But if it feels like the right thing to do, well. Then you're decision's pretty much made for you. Can't do much else. You just have to find a way to balance it without letting it crush you."

He shakes his head and picks up the paintbrush again, going back to work.

"Nothing to thank me for, kid. I gave you a systems cleanse, a couple of basic crash courses in field medicine, and a touch-up. The rest you're doing yourself."