[Ratchet looks briefly startled, his optics jerking up to Ironhide's before he turns his head, lips brushing the side of Ironhide's helm.]
Ironhide...
[Heat rakes through him again in a helpless full-body shiver, plating rattling together before he draws back.]
Not here. C'mon. [He takes a hard grip on his crutches and pulls away with an effort to lead Ironhide through a door through the supply closet of into a small room crammed with a berth, some extra supplies, and a few personal items. Has he been living here? Probably.]
[He sits down on the edge of the berth and rests his crutches against a stack of boxes, looking up at Ironhide.]
No fancy accommodations, but... this'll work, I trust? [He reaches a hand out.] ...c'mere?
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Ironhide...
[Heat rakes through him again in a helpless full-body shiver, plating rattling together before he draws back.]
Not here. C'mon. [He takes a hard grip on his crutches and pulls away with an effort to lead Ironhide through a door through the supply closet of into a small room crammed with a berth, some extra supplies, and a few personal items. Has he been living here? Probably.]
[He sits down on the edge of the berth and rests his crutches against a stack of boxes, looking up at Ironhide.]
No fancy accommodations, but... this'll work, I trust? [He reaches a hand out.] ...c'mere?