#(( workable? ))

“I-I changed my mind.” The words came out croaked from Sky’s vocalizer, he readjusted, wings drooping, optics never leaving the darker Seeker’s frame. “I-I understand... oversights, Slagger. You think of me. O-only me, the only scars you see a-are the ones that I bear b-but that’s not how I see.” He reached out tentatively, the back of his knuckles brushing along the back of Warp’s hand, along his wrist before wordlessly he flipped his hand over and lightly rested it there. “I-I only see you,” the words came out above a bare whisper.

The two suns were setting low on the horizon and Sky stretched, enjoying the heat on his plating. He rarely lounged like this but it was a safe place and the tugging he felt at his spark through the bond indicated his mate would be joining him shortly. Pulling two highgrade cubes out of subspace of local Kaon pubs specialties and frowning when realizing no snacks. He had forgotten to restock and sighed rolling his optics and sitting up a bit more having the great stone arch against backstruts and wings. 

Sky stared at the man looking back at him in the men's restroom mirror. Dark hair spiky from running his hands through it, eyes even a touch darker as he looked less tired than he actually felt, it was effort for Sky to not slump his shoulders or fall into a slouch that was more comfortable than holding his frame upright.  He had been on the job for 12 hours, the last time he ate he estimated was 6 hours ago and something familiar about the Warren sparked a different hunger in Sky's body.

Biting his lip he contemplated his look, the collar at his throat and the cross on his chest remembering the hesitation Warren had. The collar, he decided firmly would have to stay. Being from a non-denomination church there was no requirements for the collar the choice was completely his, a reminder to keep his behavior and his focus at its best. But the cross... it wasn't a crucifix that was more common with Catholics just something simple composed of three nails but he didn't want Warren uncomfortable and really was looking forward to their conversation, an excitement he couldn't describe at just seeing him again. Sky gave a shrug carefully undoing the clasp and carefully tucking the cross away in his left front pants pocket.

Without a word he turned on his heel, throwing his heavy black wool coat over a shoulder and shoving his hands down his front pants pockets, the action causing him to slouch slightly as he made his way through the crowded corridors of the mall over to the coffee shop. The smell of coffee and food made his stomach snarl he stepped to the side of the door to get out of the way of traffic and get his bearings straight. He scanned the patrons sitting at the various tables realizing he was doing just what he had been doing unconsciously for years-- searching for a face, a person he only vaguely knew of but could never forget. He heard someone call his name and lifted his head to find himself instantly meeting Warren's eyes he had already been there seated at a table that was out of the way but still where the door was in view. 

Sky raised his helm up from the report he was working on with the datapad in his hands when he felt the vague sensation of Warp opening the bond to sense his location. He was about to send a remark back to his mate of his exact location– waiting for the other on the couch when the pulse of hot emotions hit his systems without warning, on top it the emotional equivalent of that fragging purr arching Sky’s frame his optics darkening and frame heating up as a strangled noise escaped from him. The datapad dropped to the floor as Sky stood up less than gracefully to his pedes, swallowing hard despite his hitching vents trying to get a better grip on himself than this. He smirked at the request shuttering his optics to loop the emotions back, returning what Warp sent him and adding his own need/anticipation/desire back. Be right there.