“Pascal.” She reached for him with a wave of uncertainty, her delicate hand moving over the grove of his pauldron. Her spark quivered in her chamber, unsure and so very nauseous. But it had to be said. They had to have this conversation. 

Nebulous, currently working on their ship, quickly looks over when their name is called. Twitching their finials up straight, they raise their brows up at him, “Pascal? Wha-” 

Seeing him take the fall Neb quickly runs over and kneels beside him, “Pascal! Goodness, are you alright?” Gently grabbing him, they flip him over onto his back and tilt their helm at him, “I do hope you didn’t bump your helm too hard..” Quickly wiping their servos on a towel to get the grease and oil off, Nebulous slowly reaches out and touches his face.

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What was that? That was the sound of the longest sigh to ever leave this man. 

Children. These Cybertronians were all children it seems.

She got up as soon as the sun rose and began to make breakfast. Or try to. But she knew she was by no means a chef, and rather than risking burning his home down she slipped out the door to find a nearby cafe, returning swiftly before many other bots might have begun to roam the streets.

“What can I say? I just... Collect husbands. Though it’s not like I have that many.”

“There’s Osiris, Ironhide, Pascal, Megatron and Radar. But I would say Radar is more of a debatable option, he’s seen my valve enough times for me to consider him a partner at this point.”