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30th Transmission - Semi-Open

[He had come to a conclusion. A conversation needed to be had. About... certain things. And he needed to do it now, before he lost his nerve.

Unfortunately, Ratchet wasn't in his room. Either of their rooms. Nor was he in the library, or the caves. Or the forest.

... How hard could it possibly be to find one neon Autobot? Especially on this boat?

Eventually, he winds his way up to the top deck, spending a moment staring out over the water, before heading toward the mini-golf course. Maybe the medic would be there.]

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[He doesn't respond for a long moment, staring off across the golf course. It's been too long. As he'd unfortunately admitted during the time he'd been younger, he'd had another relationship before. One that had ended... explosively. And that had been during peacetime.

After a time, he lifts his hand, placing it over Ratchet's. He'll try--he can't make any promises that he'll do well.]

Do... not get... too excited. Not any good at this. I... I am sorry if I--no idea what... But I want--I said that already...

[He's off and babbling. He doesn't know what he's trying to say.]

[His babbling actually made Ratchet smile, leaning closer against his back. This was the only situation that would ever make the larger mech so flustered, and it was actually a little... endearing.]

I am happy with what I get.

I am well aware that your social skills are not your strong point - Were it any different, you would not be you. I prefer you as you are, thick-head and all.

[That, at least, shuts him up. He finally turns to face him, pulling away just long enough to do so.]

I... yeah. Me too...

[He glances around again, before leaning forward, resting his forehead against Ratchet's. His optics shutter closed.]

... I... Prefer you. Like this. Digging holes in the dirt.

[He leans against him, his engine kicking on with a soft purr, his own optics shuttered.]

Then we will find a way to make it work.

[His own engine responds in kind, and he finally, fully relaxes. This... is right. He lets his hands rest on Ratchet's shoulders, moving a thumb lightly over the paneling.]

Going to have to help me.

Of course.

[He moves his other hand up to hold Ironhide's other shoulder, rumbling gently. This was comfortable - It just seemed natural, as though they fit.]

Just do not expect me to go any easier on you, if you get your aft slagged.

[Something's changed. But not badly. Something was missing--and now... He can't explain it. He doesn't want to explain it. He leans a little more against Ratchet, the combined vibrations from both engines... oddly calming.]

I expect nothing like that from you... Expect... you to be harder on me.

[He ran his hand over the curve of his shoulder armor, mentally noting each indent and scar. After all, he'd been the one to weld the majority of them.]

Most likely - So keep that in mind, before you go and do anything stupid.

[He can't help it. He leans a little into the touch--especially when Ratchet's fingers brush over the scars. There's so many, it's impossible to miss them.]

Always kept it in mind... just... never listened to myself.

[He noticed the move, and stroked the metal lightly with his thumb, tracing the line of one of the deeper scars.]

Then now would be a good time to start.

[He's not sure why, and probably never will be sure, but the way his medic touches the scarring... it feels good. He leans into it a little more, engine purring louder.]

You sure of that...?

[He continues to gently stroke his armor, pleased with the purring.]

Mmhmm.

[He doesn't want him to stop, but at the same time, he's well aware of their location. Anyone could just walk up... anyone could see. Still... he's leaning heavily against the other.]

Good at... that.

[His scanners are on high alert - if anyone were around, Ratchet would pick up some sign before they could stumble upon them. Not that Ironhide would realize it.]

Doctor's touch.

[He... actually laughs at that, a little. He lifts a hand to the side of the other's face, just letting it rest there.]

I... would not allow myself to... be doctored by anyone else.

[Ratchet tilts his head slightly into the hand, his engine purring steadily.]

I should hope not. I am not fond of sharing my patients - I suppose I should trust my colleagues, but I prefer a more... personal approach.

[He notices this, and runs his thumb hesitantly along the paneling.]

I... dislike being shared. Your approach is... another story.

[He is certainly pleased with that, rumbling contentedly.]

Good.

[He smirks a little, and continues, suddenly not caring about anything else. It's... strange. But that's all right.]

Yeah. Good.

[He smiles, shuttering his optics for a moment.]

I would say you already have a good understanding, then. So long as you do not expect me to share and you continue doing that, I think that we will make this work well.

[Ratchet's expression is contagious, apparently. Maybe he should have done this a long time ago.]

I would not want you to share. Because I have no intention of doing it, either...

[He tilts his head.] Doing... what?

[He reaches a hand up to place it over Ironhide's, squeezing it gently.]

You have a softer touch than I would have thought, considering.

But if you continue doing that, I may not let you leave my quarters.

Hey. Worked with the little ones. You learn how to be careful... Seems like it has more than one application.

[He snorts, and lets his hand drop down to the other's chest panels, even with Ratchet's on top of it.]

Yeah? Think you can stop me?

I would not have imagined it, based on observation. It's a pleasant surprise.

[He lets his own hand fall away, moving to rest it on Ironhide's side. He didn't want to control his exploration - if that was what he chose to do.]

... I can think of a few ways of doing so.

Not something I prefer to advertise... Private thing.

[He's not entirely sure what he's doing, just sort of trailing his hand over the panels and seams.]

... Yeah?

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