“Ah-Thank you.” He takes the cube of energon, sipping from it immediately. He isn’t sure if he’s just become accustomed to it, or if Spinister’s home-brew is getting better, but it goes down smoothly, ending with a slightly sweet note. Tarn doesn’t comment on it, but he does go back to take a larger gulp, suddenly realizing how empty his fuel tank is.

At least he can’t feel rage rolling off of Spinister anymore. It’s really the last thing that their already strained relationship needs.

Months ago Tarn would never have allowed himself to be seen by the scavenger in this capacity. Calm and relaxed, but also weakened, and rather hopelessly at odds with roughing it in the wastes. But now, after all they’ve been through, he can’t bring himself to care.