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He'd definetly been expecting Tailgate to be his smooshy-wooshy self, and he was, always sitting himself in Whirl's lap or holding his claws or giving him those little nuzzles that definetly don't count as kisses but are basically the best the two of them could muster with the complete lack of mouths between them.

But Cyclonus? For someone so tough and all im-a-dignified-ancient-warrior-whose-too-good-for-these-shenanigans-blarrrrrgh-ey , he really did turn out to be a massive sap. It was like he physically needed to be holding someone at all times or he'd die. It didn't matter where they were, Whirl was now getting approximately 200% more affection than he'd ever gotten before. Not that he was complaining.

Whirl didn't really drink anymore, part of the whole 'healthy coping mechanisms' thing he was trying out, which officially made him the Sober Friend at Swerve's karaoke nights. Which, ugh, boring. Healthy coping mechanisms were decidedly lame. Luckily, Tailgate and Cyclonus were also lame, and total lightweights. Which usually meant karaoke night lasted for about 2 songs before the two would get suitably distracted by being their stupid adorable overly affectionate selves.

Which is exactly where Whirl found himself tonight, Tailgate in his lap nuzzling not-kisses into his stomach and Cyclonus with his arm wrapped around Whirl, laying his head on Whirl's shoulder listening to the music and drifting off like the old man he was, occassionaly pressing something closer to an actual kiss onto Whirl's shoulder plating.