@blustering-old-fool continuing From here.
Rodimus has a really hard time believing that he isn’t currently dead and being punished by some kind of deity he never truly believed in, and there’s no amount of touching that even comes close to convincing him otherwise.
“It’s sure been a while, I guess,” he tries so, so hard to appear even slightly comfortable with this interaction, but fails miserably. He was never close to Kup, not even when he’d been stranded with the Wreckers for enough years for him to almost be considered one.
The hug isn’t any less of a surprise, but it’s something he can actually work with. Small talk is not his forte, never was, which is why he prefers keeping his mouth busy talking about everything that isn’t how are you and how you’ve been, good weather, huh?
“Uh, yeah. Missed you too?” Rodimus doesn’t mean to say it as a question. He pats Kup’s back in an attempt at conceived familiarity. “Sure’s been a few centuries, and you absolutely obviously want to know aaaall about what’s been going on, but right now I don’t really want to bother tellin’ you about my awesome crew and life, so. How’d you get aboard? When did you get aboard? How did you get past Red Alert’s security system?”