crush all humanz (6:38:15 PM):

*Bonecrusher is only aware of a few things at the moment -- none of them are definable, other than the fact that somewhere he understands that he's Not All Right, there's been a lot of damage everywhere, and Blackout is....
He doesn't want to think about that - he left the medbay and is wandering to forget  that - and so he deftly turns, faces the nearest wall, and slams  his head against it*

flyingcorvette (6:49:36 PM):

*In his rooms, wondering once again if he's actually missing anything of import by not going out when he hears all the noise, Tracks -does- frown at the sound of one of his walls being pounded on by what seems like a very heavy something. Listening a moment longer, he then goes to open his door and peek out -- and finds Bonecrusher, surprise surprise* ...Should I just begin to assume it's you anytime I hear loud noises outside my quarters?

crush all humanz (6:51:31 PM):

.............. *He turns his head to look at Tracks, a small crunching noise accompaning the move.* ................................i.  *Seeing Tracks, though, just reminds him that he loves Blackout, and that reminds him that Blackout is ---- BANG, as his head meets the wall again*

flyingcorvette (6:55:08 PM):

*Tracks blinks* Bonecrusher? *He leaves his doorway to move closer, slightly concerned*

crush all humanz (6:56:10 PM):

..............i.......  *Slams his head again, getting another crunching noise*  he........

flyingcorvette (7:00:06 PM):

*Now much more concerned as well as a bit disturbed, Tracks puts a hand on Bonecrusher's shoulder and tugs, trying to get his attention since he hasn't much hope of actually physically stopping him* Stop that - you can't be doing much good, and you look a -mess- already. What happened?

crush all humanz (7:04:43 PM):

.............megatron --- 'n all..... all half..... *His optics slide to the hand on his shoulder, blankly staring*  'n all half there 'n half -- 'n....  'n broken head 'n cannons ---..... *Suddenly, his processors can't formulate a straight picture, everything blurring together and getting beyond muddled*

crush all humanz (7:05:31 PM):

*He frowns and knocks his head against the wall, softer this time*  blackout.

flyingcorvette (7:07:22 PM):

*Frowning, piecing things together, Tracks shakes his head slowly* What are you talking about? *He tugs on his arm a little more urgently* Stop that, Bonecrusher - you're not making any sense.

crush all humanz (7:11:22 PM):

............megatron!  *Growling, he's glaring at Tracks now - it all makes sense to him, slaggit!*  he -- spark, his spark went bad n' he.... n' he went *kzzzt* t'get th' allsprk 'n he --- blackout, blackout got.... h's not there!!   *He makes a sharp noise and shudders*  half've him's in th' hall n' half've him's in th' medbay!

flyingcorvette (7:16:45 PM):

Megatron... I'd say that's surprising, but-- *Tracks' optics widen* Blackout? Does he still function at all? *as much as he dislikes him, he can see Bonecrusher is agitated and probably malfunctioning internally from the sounds his servos are making*

crush all humanz (7:20:27 PM):

*Bonecrusher sags a bit and starts to nod, but the grinding in his neck stops him*  he - ...'unno.  'unno, he -- ......primus.....

flyingcorvette (7:32:03 PM):

Was he still functioning when you left? *Quieter, now watching Bonecrusher more closely*

crush all humanz (7:33:08 PM):

i..... i..... *Another shudder runs through him*  yes.  yes - stasis -- but yes.  *Shakes his head violently, ignoring the crunching noises*

crush all humanz (7:35:07 PM):

i -- primus, i love him.... *It comes out a lot quieter than anything he's ever said aloud, but he ignores it, looking almost angry*  if -- megatron din' but did  hurt him 'n.... iunno what t'do!

flyingcorvette (7:40:45 PM):

*Tracks kept his voice soft, trying for calming* If he's in the medbay, they'll do their best to keep him functioning. And he's made tough, nearly as tough as you, and is stubborn to boot, so he has a better chance than most - right?

crush all humanz (7:44:07 PM):

............ *He shudders again, reaching for the wall and grabbing at it with the one arm he can actually move.*  i - i - .....maybe....  i jus'.... oh, primus....  seen worse but 's all wrong 'n jus'..... *He hates the mental images, hates them, and thinking about it just makes him want to -- he SLAMS  his head backwards, yelping slightly as he connects*

flyingcorvette (7:48:15 PM):

Bonecrusher! *He pulls on the arm again, trying to get him to focus a little* Stop that-- You won't help him by making yourself worse!

crush all humanz (7:51:01 PM):

*He snarls, twitching, and tries to grab at the Corvette with the hand not  against the wall - his arm barely gets to chestplate height before the pain forces him to stop, and he falls back against the wall, growling and sounding like a caged animal*

flyingcorvette (8:07:22 PM):

*Tracks pulls back a bit but doesn't drop his hand from where it rests near the other's shoulder, looking at Bonecrusher more warily but not giving up yet* You're hurt and doing yourself no favors by slamming your head into a wall. What if he needs you when he wakes and you're taking care of your own injuries?

crush all humanz (8:11:47 PM):

i --..... won't online, wouldn't wanna, megatron --- megatron hurt him  'n it wasn't megatron but 's close 'n he won't get up......  *He's trembling now, looking cornered and, while not quite terrified, he's definitely anxious and upset*

flyingcorvette (8:26:59 PM):

It'll be okay. They'll take care of him. *Though he really has no idea, he doesn't like seeing Bonecrusher like this, even if it also confirms his suspicions. Tracks rubs small circles against Bonecrusher's arm, voice still quiet* You should sit down.

crush all humanz (8:31:27 PM):

.....*His optics go over the hand on his arm again, sagging heavily against the wall now* ....i dunwan t'sit, i wanna beat m'head more 'cos 's bein' wrong, 's tellin' me things i dunwan t'hear 'n it needs t'shut up!  *He knocks his head back again, but it's slow and tired, drained and utterly useless, not even earning a crunching noise from his neck*

flyingcorvette (9:05:28 PM):

You're hurt. You're hurt and your processor is probably glitching, and maybe if you sit down or stop hitting your head, you can maybe focus a little easier. *Frowning at him in concern and some frustration, he steps back to look up at him more easily*

crush all humanz (9:10:07 PM):

.....hhhn.  what d'y'think i should do, then?  whatta i gotta do.....?  *He laughs, staticky and hysterical*  's th' last way i wanted t'see y', like some kinna idiot.....

flyingcorvette (9:17:57 PM):

Just calm down. *He vents air in a sigh* I'm just concerned... Frantic is not a good look on you.

crush all humanz (9:25:54 PM):

*His fans kick in after a moment, accompanied by a grinding noise for a few seconds - like something's getting caught in them* ..........sorry.  i.... 'm jus'..... *shakes his head*  'll go. 

flyingcorvette (9:36:56 PM):

No... You don't have to go. *Tracks gives him a worried look* I'd rather you didn't, or you might collapse somewhere on your own.

crush all humanz (9:39:18 PM):

.....stop worryin' 'bout me, 'mnot summin t'worry 'bout, 'm stupid, coulda stopped s'much if i jus'........ if i had jus' commed summin 'n got everyone t'gether this........  *He grabs at his head, bodily forcing himself from slamming it into the wall again - it's hard not following the tried and true "if something does something you don't like, slag it" method of dealing*

flyingcorvette (9:46:47 PM):

It's -past-, Bonecrusher, and beating yourself up right now isn't helping anything. *Now he looks caught between touching him again and keeping his distance, just watching the larger mech with worry despite his admonishments*

crush all humanz (9:49:42 PM):

i can't do this.... s'mthin' in m'head's all wrong but 'm not goin' back in there, 'm not....  sssslag.  *He sighs and his fans whirl, optics offlining*  i jus' needa drink, 'er s'mthin', iunno....

flyingcorvette (9:52:39 PM):

...I'll get you one if you come sit down, in my quarters. *almost grudgingly, but he figures one would probably help calm him and get him to move as well*

crush all humanz (9:54:09 PM):

*another one of those laughs*  like th' start 'f this whole thin'.... *But he's not going to give the Corvette a chance to retract the offer, turning and staggering towards the door to the other's room*

flyingcorvette (9:56:35 PM):

*Tracks blinks, not sure if Crusher means what he thinks he means... But he watches him go and then goes to gather a cube from the common room, sure no one will care at the moment if things are as bad as it seems. When he returns, he enters his quarters almost cautiously, carrying two cubes in his arms*

crush all humanz (9:58:55 PM):

*Bonecrusher's standing in the middle of the room, swaying and looking dazed - almost like he doesn't quite know where he is*  hhn.... oh.  nn, did y'know.  st'scream's dead.  *Idly, like he's commenting on the weather*

flyingcorvette (10:02:24 PM):

What? *Tracks nearly drops the cubes, staring at Bonecrusher a moment before shaking his head and ushering him to the berth to sit down* He... Was it Megatron as well?

crush all humanz (10:03:30 PM):

.....yea.... no.... *He rubs his head, sitting heavily (with a bit of a creak in his spine) on the berth*  ....'s not megatron.  's.... s'mthin' else.  's not megatron.

flyingcorvette (10:09:32 PM):

...Not Megatron? *He gives him one of the cubes and sits down beside him on the berth*

crush all humanz (10:11:29 PM):

.......*He almost drops the cube, hand twitching slightly, and then starts to down the thing*  .....not megatron.  spark wen' bad.  's not megatron.  'unno what t'do....  *Groans and drops his face into his hand - almost dropping the cube again*  all m'fault.  thought i could take 'im but 's megatron, can't take megatron, badspark 'er not.

flyingcorvette (10:15:44 PM):

...It'll be okay. *Starting to feel as though he needs a drink as well, but he waits, watching Bonecrusher still.* As many mechs on base, -something- will be done, I'm sure.

crush all humanz (10:18:24 PM):

......'n i wasn't even 'round t'help, i was slaggin' offlined while megatron -- notmegatronslaggit -- while he went n' got blackout 'n.... *He takes a deep drink and shakes his head harshly*

flyingcorvette (10:35:43 PM):

*Tracks shakes his head again and takes a sip of his cube* Like I said, it's done. There's nothing to do about it now.

crush all humanz (10:37:43 PM):

....i know.  *He mumbles, taking a slower, smaller gulp*  .......still hate it.

flyingcorvette (10:41:38 PM):

I don't blame you. *Quietly*

crush all humanz (10:55:14 PM):

.........*After a moment, he takes another gulp and looks over at Tracks* ........fer what?   *Because really, half of this conversation could mean two different things, as far as he sees*

flyingcorvette (11:12:48 PM):

*glances at Bonecrusher, bemused* ...For hating it, for being upset.

crush all humanz (11:14:55 PM):

....right.  i...  *He takes barely even enough energon to qualify for a sip, then holds the cube in his lap, looking at it blankly* ....i love blackout.

flyingcorvette (11:55:11 PM):

...I know.

crush all humanz (11:56:48 PM):

......iunno what t'do.

flyingcorvette (12:15:29 AM):

*Tracks paused, wondering suddenly if he'd missed part of the conversation* ...about what?

crush all humanz (12:17:02 AM):

*He waves his hand vaguely in Tracks' direction, taking another swig*  'bout you.  'bout all this.

flyingcorvette (12:25:07 AM):

...About me? *He arches an optic ridge, looking at Bonecrusher quizzically*

crush all humanz (12:26:58 AM):

........*He sighs and tosses back the rest of his cube, setting it to the side, then turns slightly - ignoring the creak in his spine - and grabs Tracks by the chestplate, yanking him forward and kissing him*

flyingcorvette (12:35:51 AM):

Mm--! *Kissing back for a moment, he finally puts up a struggle to pull back and look at Bonecrusher darkly* --What were you talking about? Did something happen?

crush all humanz (12:41:01 AM):

...this, y'idiot.  'm talkin' about this.  i love blackout, but.... *He sighs and keeps his hand on the other's chestplate, looking somewhere over Tracks' shoulder*  ...'s not like i dunlike this.

flyingcorvette (1:37:18 AM):

*Tracks looks at him, confused* Right, you love Blackout - I knew that. And I wouldn't be--- *realization dawns and his optics widen slightly, voice a little hollow* You got back together.

crush all humanz (1:40:24 AM):

....kinna.  *He sighs, dropping his hand and offlining his optics*  iunno.  's jus' gonna end up with us fight'n again.  's jus' gonna end up bein'....   slaggit, i duneven know....

flyingcorvette (2:07:26 AM):

..."Kind of?" *He looks away, a heavy feeling behind his chestplate* If you're with him, then you're with him, Bonecrusher.

crush all humanz (2:12:19 AM):

....i.... i'm not --...... *Bonecrusher onlines his optics and looks at Tracks*  ....what would y'have me do?  *He's looking for honesty - brutal honesty, at this point, because everyone's just been telling him to do what he wants, but he doesn't know what he wants.  The least he could expect is that Tracks might actually be straight up with him.*

flyingcorvette (2:24:46 AM):

Me? *Tracks glances back at him, optics dark, unhappy* ...If you want Blackout - and you love him, so I assume so - then that's your choice. *shrugs very slightly* I didn't think it would -be- a choice, really.

crush all humanz (2:31:03 AM):

i - jus'.... i love blackout.  i can't lie 'bout that, never works, m'head never lets me f'get... but... 's jus'.... i like you.  's complicated 'n i never shoulda done 'ny o'this, 'cos 's jus' slagged me up but 's th' truth.  *He knows he's not making this easy, somewhere in his processor, but the rest of him is just ready to cut filters and go.  Talk and move without thinking about it*

crush all humanz (2:37:01 AM):

.....*He shakes his head*  not that 's gonna matter.  's never gonna matter.  no matter th' way i go, 's all gonna end horrible....

flyingcorvette (3:06:10 AM):

... *Tracks looks down at his cube* ...I like you as well. But it's... It's not as though -we're- in love.

flyingcorvette (3:09:23 AM):

It doesn't have to end horribly. You and Blackout... I'm sure you'll be very happy together.

crush all humanz (3:14:10 AM):

*He snorts*  yeah.  happy 'til what?  i do sumin' stupid again?  *And then he looks over at Tracks*  'n you 'n me?  how's that not gonna end horribly?

flyingcorvette (3:26:13 AM):

This isn't ending horribly because it's ending now, quietly. *with a tone to match, still looking into his cube*

crush all humanz (3:34:21 AM):

*Bonecrusher frowns now, and he reaches out, curling a claw under Tracks' chin, bringing the other's face around to actually look  at him - not sure if he wants to see the other's face but he kind of has  to, now...*  quietly on th' outside, yea, maybe.

flyingcorvette (3:45:03 AM):

*Tracks looks up reluctantly, his expression both upset and resigned* ...Yes. But it still ends.

crush all humanz (3:47:03 AM):

*He leans in a bit, then stops himself, frown deepening* .....din' mean t' do this t'you.

flyingcorvette (3:58:45 AM):

I know. *He pulls away from Bonecrusher's hand to look down again*

crush all humanz (4:02:13 AM):

........what d'you want me t'do?

flyingcorvette (4:15:08 AM):

Not make this any harder. *There's a "please" in his tone, as well as more reluctance*

crush all humanz (4:18:29 AM):

....'m not tryin' to.  *He puts a hand on the wheel on Tracks' shoulder, and suddenly all he wants --*  'm really not.  'm.... tryin' t'not think 'bout th'medbay.  's all.

flyingcorvette (4:23:41 AM):

*He glances at Bonecrusher, frowning slightly as though weighing whether to say something, finally nodding* ...If you need to stay, if you want company, you can.

crush all humanz (4:27:26 AM):

......*His hand tightens it's grip briefly, then he pulls it away, looking at the floor with a mildly relieved expression*  ....'m not gonna stay if y'don't want me t'.  but th' offer's nice.  *Grins humorlessly*  y'keepin' my head from runnin' in circles, 'least.

flyingcorvette (4:34:55 AM):

If I didn't want you to, I wouldn't have offered. *He shrugs*

crush all humanz (4:36:17 AM):

i guess not.  *He smirks sideways at the Corvette*  so.  *Leeet's see, what could he bring up that would both ease tension and make Tracks regret letting him stay?*  how's raoul?

flyingcorvette (4:55:27 AM):

*Optics narrowed as Tracks glanced at Bonecrusher oddly* ...Good. *He indicated the couch and the cot that now sat in one area, looking somewhat out of place* He's become rather comfortable here.

crush all humanz (4:56:50 AM):

they adapt fast, don't they.  but... 's not what i meant an' y'know it.

flyingcorvette (5:01:40 AM):

*Tracks outright glared at him, his voice thick with anger and hurt that the other mech would bring this up -now- of all times* Don't. Just don't, Bonecrusher.

crush all humanz (5:03:56 AM):

.....fine.  *He didn't mean to make the other upset.  The Corvette's just too stupid to give things a try.  Whatever.... .......Primus, he needs a drink.  He looks back at the ground for a bit, before offlining his optics in frustration*

flyingcorvette (5:11:34 AM):

*Tracks puts his own cube on the berth beside him, feeling more drained than in need of a drink at the moment, and tries to ignore anything that tells him he should touch the other mech or otherwise make use of the time he's here, no matter how tempting it seems, especially when he thinks Bonecrusher wouldn't stop him* ...Maybe you should go. *It comes out softer than he meant, wanting to be more firm and ending up tired and reluctant*

crush all humanz (5:14:32 AM):

*His hands clench into fists, and he tilts his head down, grimacing -- fans kick to life once more, accompanied by that low grinding noise* .......maybe i don't want to.

flyingcorvette (5:28:35 AM):

...Then what, you'll stay? Make this agonizing instead of just painful? *He shakes his head slowly, at a loss*

crush all humanz (5:31:20 AM):

tracks.  *He hisses the other's name, still grimacing*  it already hurts.  primus, 'verythin' hurts.  's all ag'nizin'.  processors 'n chassis 'n spark, 's all hurtin'.... 

flyingcorvette (5:40:36 AM):

Then you should go to the medbay; -they- should be able to help. *Back, angrily*

crush all humanz (5:43:15 AM):

NO!  *He slams his fists against the berth and shudders, hunching over*  I DON'T WANT TO I DON'T WANT TO I CAN'T SEE HIM LIKE THAT!

flyingcorvette (6:01:38 AM):

*Tracks pulls away, startled, and is silent a moment* ...All right. Fine. ...

crush all humanz (6:06:40 AM):

........i.  s'rry.  i din' --.... ssslag.  *He forces one hand to relax, putting it over his face*  s'rry.  should go, should go, should go....

flyingcorvette (6:24:40 AM):

*Still slightly cautious, Tracks reached out and touched the back of Bonecrusher's hand, finding it hard to stay angry at him like this* ...You need to be seen by someone; he'd not want you to not get repairs on his account.

crush all humanz (6:28:50 AM):

i know i know i know -- m'head hurts, tracks.  *Half of him is yelling at him to stop acting like a sparkling and walk it off, but that's the half that's making his head hurt so bad, so he's not quite sure what to listen to - the yelling or the blankness*  jus'..... dunwanna see him like tha', dunwanna see either of 'em like tha', jus' wanna ---.....'m ramblin', 'm s'rry, din' mean t'.....

flyingcorvette (6:32:21 AM):

There has to be someone else. Arcee? Or has everyone come to the ARK now... *He tries to think, feeling by turns somewhat numb and rather helpless*

crush all humanz (6:35:49 AM):

........din' mean t'do this.  i really din'.  *He shifts his hand to grasp tightly at Tracks' - not enough to hurt, not quite yet.  He's still not looking at the other*  ...din' mean to.  d'nhate me fer it, not m'fault this time, not me this time.  .........'ll go.

flyingcorvette (6:44:21 AM):

Hate you? *Tracks blinks, uncomprehending for a moment* I don't-- You just... It's okay. *quieter*  I should've moved.

crush all humanz (6:46:08 AM):

'm glad y'din'.   *He squeezes the other's hand briefly, sounding hoarse*

flyingcorvette (7:00:43 AM):

This would be a lot easier. *Looks down, not even sure if he's glad he didn't as well or whether he'd be happier not having done this to himself*

crush all humanz (7:03:54 AM):

....i dunmake it easy.  's not how'm made.  s'rry.  *He finally looks over at Tracks, optics dim*  'm slow movin'.  y'could take me down if y'wan' t'.

flyingcorvette (7:10:54 AM):

Take you down? *Tracks glances up again* For what?

crush all humanz (7:11:50 AM):

.....*Autobots.*  fer bein' stupid.  fer makin' y'choose 'tween movin' 'n stayin'.... fer bein' a 'con.

flyingcorvette (7:21:52 AM):

If you think I would, given the opportunity, then you don't know me very well. *He offers a faint smile *

crush all humanz (7:22:50 AM):

......i keep hopin'.  'cos 'least then 's all taken care've.

flyingcorvette (7:26:40 AM):

Not a chance. *Shakes his head*

crush all humanz (7:35:52 AM):

's a shame.  y'look good angry.  *He sighs, running a diagnostic and finding more errors than he'd like* ....'m s'rry.  din' mean t'do all've this.  din' mean t'freak on y'jus' then.  din'.....  *There's a small cracking noise from his neck as he tilts it, and he winces*  ....din' mean t'let meg--notmegatron escape.

flyingcorvette (7:40:50 AM):

*Winces as well* ...The last few times I've seen you, you've looked worse and worse.

crush all humanz (2:36:11 PM):

....'m worse 'n worse.  's jus' how it is.  'm slagged, gorgeous.  always been.

flyingcorvette (2:40:41 PM):

*Tracks shakes his head, not having much answer for that, and squeezes Bonecrusher's hand gently in return*

crush all humanz (2:47:30 PM):

*His exhausts wheeze a little as he sighs, shaking his head*  really.  'm s'rry.  if i knew i w's gonna be so.... *Shakes his head again* ...wouldn't've wandered.  woulda gone t'm'place.

flyingcorvette (3:09:57 PM):

...Don't worry about it. I'd rather you didn't crawl off into a hole when you're like this.

crush all humanz (3:12:53 PM):

.....stop bein' nice  t'me.  *Sounding worn*  'm fuckin' y'over 'n yer bein' nice  t'me.

flyingcorvette (3:27:14 PM):

*sighs* I didn't ever expect this to be... permanent, or anything.

crush all humanz (3:28:54 PM):

....mm.  know tha' -- but.  still, 'm fuckin' y'over.  i told y' i'd get over him 'n i din'.

flyingcorvette (3:36:20 PM):

*shrugs again* I'll be fine... It wasn't anything important.

crush all humanz (3:38:41 PM):

*That makes him feel lovely, really.  He makes a face and looks towards the floor, a small grinding hum following his movements*

flyingcorvette (4:53:27 PM):

*Well, some people have mechs they love to go back to, and some don't... Not that he doesn't feel bad about it anyway. Tracks offlines his optics as he glances down himself* ...I'd be kidding myself if I said I didn't enjoy it. But what you have with Blackout is more than just interfacing, even with the fighting. If it wasn't worth it, I don't think you'd put up with it.

crush all humanz (8:19:22 PM):

......i know.  but 'm still.... y'gotta understand,  'm in love with blackout, but 's not like.... *He groans quietly, putting his free hand to his face and pressing in slightly, trying to allieviate some of the pain*  ....'s not like 'm not here 'cos i've got nowhere else t'go.  'ny of th'times i came here.

flyingcorvette (8:24:50 PM):

We do seem to be friends of a sort, as strange as that is. ...But -that- doesn't have to end.

crush all humanz (8:32:46 PM):

*He looks over at Tracks, still half-covering his face with his hand*  y'really wanna put up with m'even though 'm -- we're not....?  *Looks genuinely confused over that whole idea*

flyingcorvette (8:37:37 PM):

... *shrugs, suddenly even more uncomfortable* I'm fairly sure Decepticons understand the concept of "friendship"; there doesn't -have- to be interfacing to enjoy someone's company.

crush all humanz (8:40:11 PM):

'm not... yea.  's not like i d'n get it.  's jus' -.... 's harder t'go from interfacin' t'friends than th' other way 'round.

flyingcorvette (8:46:07 PM):

*nods once* ...Maybe we should just see how things go.

crush all humanz (8:48:55 PM):

mm.  we both know 's all gonna end in disaster.  *Idly - not even sure if he's joking, but probably*  's th' least we can do, watch it all go down.  *His hand gives Tracks' a small squeeze, more subconciously than not*

flyingcorvette (9:16:08 PM):

*And isn't that a cheerful thought? Tracks nods again, uncomfortable but not so much that it's worth pulling away*

KurumiRP (5:31:16 PM):

still.  could be worse.  *He shrugs a bit, wincing*  could be... y'know.  all blown t'pieces.  *He looks over at Tracks*  ....heh.  y'really want me t'go, huh.

flyingcorvette (5:36:59 PM):

I -want- you to see someone for repairs. *Glances at Bonecrusher* ...But I can't force you.

KurumiRP (5:38:48 PM):

y'really can.  *sighs*  tryin' t'not care really sl'gged me over.

flyingcorvette (5:56:04 PM):

*blinks* ...Then do it. See -someone-, just as long as you get yourself fixed, so you're not slamming your head into walls anymore.

flyingcorvette (5:57:05 PM):

*He doesn't even ask how that realization came about - he assumes it has to do with them being back together, and doesn't want to know any further than that*

KurumiRP (6:04:13 PM):

....th' headslammin' ain't 'cos 'm injured.  but.  *He winces again, hand tightening briefly around Tracks' again before letting go completely*  mm.  should go, 'nyways.  'm gonna do summin' stupid again, else.

flyingcorvette (6:26:53 PM):

*Nods* It couldn't have been helping, though. *he even sounds worried, not sure if he will go to do something about it or not, but having him there is it's own temptation.*

KurumiRP (6:29:12 PM):

*Looks at Tracks for a long moment, trying to decide what to do -- slaggit, he's going to do something stupid if he stays.*  ....thank you.  fer not bein' completely r'pulsed by... heh, me.

flyingcorvette (6:53:58 PM):

...It was a close thing. *He says, somewhat teasing, though it's oddly close to the truth considering how most people would someone who nearly beat them to death*

KurumiRP (9:00:14 PM):

*He pushes himself half-off of the berth, still looking at the Corvette*  mm.  suppose it was.  *And he pauses - Primus, he's going to get in so much trouble...  He leans forward and kind of kisses Tracks - though it's pretty light, considering*

flyingcorvette (9:08:22 PM):

*Tracks freezes, having half-hoped he would just as much as he dreaded it, and for a moment leans into the kiss -- and then pulls back, reluctantly, while averting his optics* ...We can't.

KurumiRP (9:20:00 PM):

...i know.  *Yet he isn't pulling away, why isn't he pulling away?  He keeps his optics locked on Tracks', confused slightly by his own reluctance but slagging hell, this could be the last time and so he doesn't close the distance or pull away*

flyingcorvette (9:47:53 PM):

*Tracks shakes his head slightly, before his resolve crumbles* Just -go-, Bonecrusher.

KurumiRP (9:50:38 PM):

......*After another moment, he smirks, pulling away from the berth and starting for the door*  yer th' smart one of us, that's fer sure....

flyingcorvette (10:13:50 PM):

*Tracks snorts softly and watches him go*