Ep. 1 - Share the Pain - Closed

"Mm," Breakdown acknowledged. "'s okay."

Then his systems started cycling up. Normal functioning, a little slow from not enough recharge, low on energon, but okay. He was in his berth, good. There was a light pressure on his chestplate -- Knock Out, from his field -- better. And best, his chronometer said he wasn't due for his next duty shift for another while.

He rested his hands on Knock Out's back around his waist, and slowed his systems again, settling back into the berth for the rest of the shift.

Breakdown was half-in and half-out of recharge, and drifting with the lull of Knock Out's voice, so he heard the words but didn't process them. Knock Out's tone was agitated and his field felt weirdly UP but also like he needed recharge bad, but every low-energy attempt Breakdown made to reach back for him got worked out of or shaken off until speaking of shaking, Knock Out shook him hard and by the neck and okay, message received.

Urgent energy surged through his systems at the wake-up call and Breakdown was instantly aware of the berth under his back, the location of all his limbs, and the way-too-energetic partner at his side. He conveniently found himself with an arm under Knock Out's shoulders -- when did that get there? but, useful. He wrapped Knock Out up in it tight, helm tucked into Breakdown's chest, close enough he had no choice but to stay still. "Awake and at attention," Breakdown said. Both true, even if his vocalizer was still a little sluggish and didn't sound either yet. Knock Out couldn't see him anyway, so he left his optic feed off, too. "Don't make me regret this, but what happened?"