Of course Ambulon decides to do the opposite of what he just advised against. He should have expected that. First Aid groans more out of humiliation rather than the throb of charge rolling through his frame. Ambulon might not out rank him anymore and he has known him for ages now, but this was still an embarrassing situation.

"I told you not to come in." Well. Those weren't exactly the words he used. First Aid puts his head in his hands.

"It's the pollen." That was obvious enough. He shifts his legs and hisses softly as the head of his spike rubs against his stomach plating. "I've been treating it like an epidemic. Keep getting exposed."

He's so sensitive from the damper that it was hard to deal with all the built up charge. Typically he'd overload as soon as he pulled it off, but if didn't take care of all of it. Honestly, First Aid wouldn't be surprised if he'd fire off again at just a meaningful look he was so badly charged up. It was hard to even look at Ambulon without fucking him with his eyes, so he does his best to not look at his friend.