[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Off The Beaten Path [Closed]
Jun 5, 2020 17:12:19 GMT -5
Post by Bumblebee on Jun 5, 2020 17:12:19 GMT -5
Optimus spoke the truth, and Bumblebee could only nod at his words. There’d been so many times it’d just been him alone in his quarters - avoiding interaction with others and being social in general, and his processor had constantly wandered back to the events that day. They lingered, eating away at him as they replayed over and over, and he’d found himself wondering if he could’ve done anything differently.
One glimmer throughout it had been that he hadn’t done more damage, even with the opportunity to do so. If it were Optimus in his place, or someone like Bulkhead? Things would’ve been a lot different. Sure he’d hurt Optimus badly with a well-placed shot, but in the grand scheme of things? The damage had been minimal. It didn’t change the fact he’d hurt his friends and those he looked up to, or that Raf had seen everything- but it could’ve been worse.
At the mention of there being things to do, Bumblebee would tilt his helm some in almost-curiosity. He expected Optimus to continue on, to offer him something to do to busy himself- but it did not come.
For a moment he wondered if that was because of what he did. Those negative thoughts threatening to pull him back a moment. Worrying that he wasn’t trusted enough after what happened, even though he had been given the all-clear by Ratchet a while ago- he still worried.
But he knew he had to stop, and he would nod again.
--Is there anything specific needed of me? Or anything urgent needing done around the base?--
He’d patched all the holes he’d made in the walls, fixing the damage he’d inflicted, not only because it was the right thing to do, but also because the holes were a horrible reminder - but there were always things to do at the base. Should he take more initiative? Should he have asked? Maybe not- but he needed direction in this moment, something to focus on. He wanted to feel useful, and while normally Optimus did not have to guide him, Bee found himself seeking that guidance.
His gaze dropped to the splintered wood he’d set down moments earlier, thinking about all he had to do here. To rebuild this little area for himself. It was something to focus on, but- it only benefitted him. He wanted to help the Autobots again, even if he ended up being lumped into janitorial work it would at least be helping more than just himself.
The reassuring words made Bee glance up once more, nodding at Optimus as he listened.
--The hard part I guess is getting started.-- it’d taken him this long to even come back to this place to start fixing it up again, after all, but now he was even doubting that.
--I want to be useful again, to focus on things that help others- to move forward, and keep moving forward.--
Would things really work out as Optimus said? He had no reason to doubt the Prime’s words- and if given a task - an order - he would see it through to the best of his ability, but all he needed was that push in the right direction.
One glimmer throughout it had been that he hadn’t done more damage, even with the opportunity to do so. If it were Optimus in his place, or someone like Bulkhead? Things would’ve been a lot different. Sure he’d hurt Optimus badly with a well-placed shot, but in the grand scheme of things? The damage had been minimal. It didn’t change the fact he’d hurt his friends and those he looked up to, or that Raf had seen everything- but it could’ve been worse.
At the mention of there being things to do, Bumblebee would tilt his helm some in almost-curiosity. He expected Optimus to continue on, to offer him something to do to busy himself- but it did not come.
For a moment he wondered if that was because of what he did. Those negative thoughts threatening to pull him back a moment. Worrying that he wasn’t trusted enough after what happened, even though he had been given the all-clear by Ratchet a while ago- he still worried.
But he knew he had to stop, and he would nod again.
--Is there anything specific needed of me? Or anything urgent needing done around the base?--
He’d patched all the holes he’d made in the walls, fixing the damage he’d inflicted, not only because it was the right thing to do, but also because the holes were a horrible reminder - but there were always things to do at the base. Should he take more initiative? Should he have asked? Maybe not- but he needed direction in this moment, something to focus on. He wanted to feel useful, and while normally Optimus did not have to guide him, Bee found himself seeking that guidance.
His gaze dropped to the splintered wood he’d set down moments earlier, thinking about all he had to do here. To rebuild this little area for himself. It was something to focus on, but- it only benefitted him. He wanted to help the Autobots again, even if he ended up being lumped into janitorial work it would at least be helping more than just himself.
The reassuring words made Bee glance up once more, nodding at Optimus as he listened.
--The hard part I guess is getting started.-- it’d taken him this long to even come back to this place to start fixing it up again, after all, but now he was even doubting that.
--I want to be useful again, to focus on things that help others- to move forward, and keep moving forward.--
Would things really work out as Optimus said? He had no reason to doubt the Prime’s words- and if given a task - an order - he would see it through to the best of his ability, but all he needed was that push in the right direction.