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Optimus curls into the encompassing warm and shadowed space. Venting evening out, spark settling on a slow content pulse. Comfortable, safe, and wanted… Optimus peeks up at him, servos finding the places he can hold in the edges of the flat dark armor,” Good. I’ve been told I’m stubborn.” Optimus settles into the coils of data cables as well. Fins lying flat as he starts to edge into shut down,” Gonna rest a bit…Tired.”

“ …Would you be in danger, more so, if I stayed?” Optimus strokes down Lazerbeaks back, edging towards Soundwave. Gently resting his helm against his back, engine rumbling unsurely. He doesn’t want to leave Soundwave behind. It feels…wrong, to leave him behind. Like he was leaving a part of himself behind if he did. If it wasn’t a burden on Soundwave he could stay here. It’d let him keep an optic on his team. Or he could go back and forth… Optimus is determined to not lose Soundwave and his Symbiotes.

Optimus chirps a little as he’s connected to, giving a quiet chuckle. Both at Lazerbeak’s blanket like drape and the tickle of the cable locking into his port. He takes the data eagerly, along with the files. Carefully nudging back his feelings of grateful, and happiness, back towards him. “ He just…He made some highly insinuating comments about me, about my team, and about my interest in defending earth. Then alluded to my ‘heritage’ amongst many other things. Just lost it I suppose. Thank you for your support Soundwave.” He leans his helm into his size, giving a low purr. He’d missed him too.

He stretches slowly, taking the new data and filing it away. He casts a covetous glance over to the berth and rubs at his face plates,” I might take you up on that. I made a trip back to the base, and then I wanted to get space between me and there before I asked Megatron for a pick up.” He doesn’t think of mentioning the Warlord, only to pause, realizing No. Soundwave doesn’t know he’s been in contact does he? He hesitates, armor ruffling slightly as he gently nudges Lazerbeak down into his arms for a cuddle,” I was offered a safe place with him too…”

Optimus chirps a little as he’s connected to, giving a quiet chuckle. Both at Lazerbeak’s blanket like drape and the tickle of the cable locking into his port. He takes the data eagerly, along with the files. Carefully nudging back his feelings of grateful, and happiness, back towards him. “ He just…He made some highly insinuating comments about me, about my team, and about my interest in defending earth. Then alluded to my ‘heritage’ amongst many other things. Just lost it I suppose. Thank you for your support Soundwave.” He leans his helm into his size, giving a low purr. He’d missed him too.

@vow-of-silence [ Soundwave? Do you have time to talk?] Optimus has managed to drive and or hike, his way towards the central plains of America. Kansas was quite beautiful this time of year. He’s managed to find a field he can idle in, a dusty semi; no one thinks twice about.

Optimus strides out, there’s not a human for miles once he’s away from the only visible road. Something in the edge of his shoulders relaxes when he just barely spies them. As he walks closer there’s a distinct mark of color missing on his shoulder as he moves in to hopefully get a light hug from the spy,” Hello Soundwave, Ravage…Lazerbeak?” He greets them all, smiling softly, happy he’s there.

“ I could say the same of you all… I uh. Just wanted to talk to you. I may have had a falling out with a fellow Prime…” Optimus gives him a sheepish, sharp toothed grin. Curling closer to him, embracing him back and reaching up to stroke one wing gently from Lazerbeak. It’s so good to be around Mechs that appreciate and like him. He vents quietly, admitting softly,” I did, have a falling out with a fellow Prime. A violent one. Ah, I’m not an Autobot anymore.” Soundwave deserved to know. He could be trusted with this.