[Sixshot lurches forwards before he could stop himself. The axe above Tarn's helm--
And the words. Tarn's words twists the knot of anxiety harder. He remembers his lover's smell on First Aid during the pollen but didn't think to ask about it from either of them. Primus knows he'd leapt at Optimus during the worst of it, it'd just seemed like decency not to talk about it then, but-
... He re-steadies his shot, quietly, shakily letting air hiss through his vents.]
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And the words. Tarn's words twists the knot of anxiety harder. He remembers his lover's smell on First Aid during the pollen but didn't think to ask about it from either of them. Primus knows he'd leapt at Optimus during the worst of it, it'd just seemed like decency not to talk about it then, but-
... He re-steadies his shot, quietly, shakily letting air hiss through his vents.]