[Ratchet looks down at the smaller hand curled loosely in his, resisting the urge to tighten his grip again, to bring it to his lips to suck on First Aid's fingers, to press him back over one of the tables here and push his panels aside, to turn that soft to ragged static. He shakes himself a little, swallowing.]
Still, that's long, especially for as many days as you'll seem likely to need it. I-- [He shifts a little, but he's determined not to be awkward.] ...would you like a hand? I'm not in any immediate danger myself, so don't feel obligated to throw yourself on that particular grenade. [His voice is warm and wry, his fingers curling to smooth gently against First Aid's.] But friend to friend, I'm here for you too.
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[Ratchet looks down at the smaller hand curled loosely in his, resisting the urge to tighten his grip again, to bring it to his lips to suck on First Aid's fingers, to press him back over one of the tables here and push his panels aside, to turn that soft to ragged static. He shakes himself a little, swallowing.]
Still, that's long, especially for as many days as you'll seem likely to need it. I-- [He shifts a little, but he's determined not to be awkward.] ...would you like a hand? I'm not in any immediate danger myself, so don't feel obligated to throw yourself on that particular grenade. [His voice is warm and wry, his fingers curling to smooth gently against First Aid's.] But friend to friend, I'm here for you too.