Jolt snapped out of his dreamy state just long enough to manage to somehow look indignant. But the look was fleeting and he chuckled. "Weekly works."

The guys at NEST had always handled the Autobots' washing, that was somehow different. There was the spraying of hoses, and laughing, and more often than not, the soldiers ended up just as soaked as their Cybertronian charges. Not that he'd enjoyed it any less, but this was nice in its own way.