Yes, another one of these

[andallthatme]

[ This might be a training center. And this might be a lieutenant running a few drills. It's been far too long since he did any sort of training, anyway.

Right now the Cybertronian version of a punching bag is occupying his attention. ]

Comments

[show_my_cannons]

[He's having a hard time telling who's thinking what. Is it him? Does it matter?]

[His vents huff, and he settles back against the berth, shuttering his optics. He'll think about it later. Enjoy that touch now.]

[andallthatme]

[ It is sort of a jumbled mess, but they're thinking the same thing anyway, so no, it really doesn't matter. ]

[ It doesn't take long for him to drift off. ]

[show_my_cannons]

[Strangely enough, Jazz's unconsciousness starts tugging him down too. He's not far behind, but doesn't let go of the other.

He won't, until he wakes up.]

[andallthatme]

[ It's likely he won't wake up until Ironhide does, anyway. ]

[show_my_cannons]

[Does that mean we get to sleep for two whole days?]

[andallthatme]

[ Don't you have classes or whatever to run? ]

[show_my_cannons]

[... Yes. Curse you and your logic. Fine. Just an entire night of recharge, then.]

[andallthatme]

[ Though... part of him wants to suggest you cancel classes until they get used to... this. But he's hesitant to bring it up. ]

[show_my_cannons]

[Well, this is your chance. His internal clock is pinging him up at Oh-All-Spark-O'clock for the first of those classes.]

Mmnf.

[andallthatme]

[ He blinks groggily a couple of times ]

Ironhide-? [ Do you really have to go? ]

[show_my_cannons]

Yeah?

[And then it sort of hits him. He stares blankly for a second... all that was real.]

... Yeah. If... I do not go... they will ask questions.

[andallthatme]

[ Yes. It's real. And he can't help but snuggle a little closer at the thought ]

Still... you might wanna consider canceling. You know, until we... adjust.

[show_my_cannons]

[As much as he wants to keep holding onto you like this, he has to go.]

... If Optimus asks, I have to tell him. Them. Either of them. And... I do not... want to.

[andallthatme]

[ He cycles his intakes in a sigh. He's being selfish, and he knows it. ]

Just... be careful, okay?

[show_my_cannons]

[It's all right. It doesn't bother him. - He leans forward a bit, resting his forehead against yours.]

Training will not harm me.

[andallthatme]

I know. I just... [ He's not sure how this works exactly, and what might happen, and it scares him a little. ]

[show_my_cannons]

[He doesn't move. But there's a sudden, deep reassurance. He will not leave you. Whatever happens.]

You have a library. Use it. I will return at the usual time.

[andallthatme]

[ That helps. That helps a lot.

He nods ] I'll try not to distract you with my reading.

[show_my_cannons]

[He makes a face - hadn't thought of that.]

I will... try not to get hit too hard.

[andallthatme]

Good.

There's no test like a field test, I suppose. [ They can do this. He just has to keep telling himself that. ]

[show_my_cannons]

... If we cannot do this, how are we to function when we return home? To war?

[They'll figure it out. They have to.]