Red Alert hummed softly in response, pressing just a bit closer to Scattorshot’s frame. “Ah, that’s right, you never got a chance to go there, did you? Well, Velocitron’s quite welcoming, and the terrain would be quite manageable for your alt mode. I think you’d enjoy it. That, and we have a few comrades up there… it just seems like somewhere that we’d fit in, I suppose.”
Aside from the racing culture that essentially dominated the planet, the environment was rather relaxed. If he thought about it, he could imagine himself settling down there, aiding in one of the many medical stations, returning to his residence at the end of the cycle to rest with— …again, he was imagining that Scattorshot would have wanted to be part of such a scenario. The way the technician was holding him, his rather positive reactions to these foreign feelings of openness and affection, all pointed toward the idea that, just maybe, he was wanted.
"There definitely is a lot to be done before we make any plans. I’ve got some research I need to finish up here, and I’m certain you’d like to get a few things done yourself. We’d have to figure out how to move the Dimension Bridge, deal with closing out this outpost when we’re finished here, there’s a lot. Plus, well. I suppose you want to talk to Thundercracker about his plans. After all, I’ve noticed he’s… rather important to you."
It was something that he had come to accept over the past few months. While he had been away, Scattorshot and Thundercracker had become almost inseparable friends, and while he still worried at times, there wasn’t much he could do about it. The Seeker wasn’t much of a problem, anyway; in fact, he seemed to be a lot more helpful and open than he had once thought. Truly, he held no animosity towards the Decepticon at all.
"And that just proves how much you care. You give others a chance even when no one else will, and that speaks a lot about your character. You’ve… you’ve even given this old wreck of a mech a shot at something he didn’t even know that he could have." He removed his helm from Scattorshot’s chassis, moving once more to face the mech that held him so close, so tenderly. "Thank you, Scattorshot."
Once more Red Alert allowed himself to freely show the emotions he held so deeply inside, pressing forth to meld beige lip components with polished silver. His engine thrummed a song of passion and excitement, one that he had not played for millennia, one that he had thought lost and forgotten. And yet it was sung again, as though it were meant for that moment and that one alone.
Still, all good things had to come to an end. Red Alert pulled away somewhat reluctantly, his helm returning to its place upon the technician’s chassis. “Thank you.”
"Aw Red, ya don’t have ta thank me for noth- !?!?" he was cut off by a very surprising follow up gift from his medic. Wow they went up the list really fast!
It was the first time anything like this had ever happened, and he wanted to pull away at first, but quickly threw out that feeling. This was a perfect moment that he wanted to enjoy and remember. Almost nothing could ruin the moment
And just like that…it was over. It was perfect. Having the medic so close to him, so happy, so perfect! All the stars were aligned in Scattorshot’s favor it seemed. For once. He still couldn’t believe it, but he was glad it had happened. And he had been trying to take it slow for Red Alert!
It was all so overwhelmingly wonderful. Scattorshot suddenly found himself unable to really stand up easily and leaned into the other for support as he seemingly lost the ability to stand.
"That was….unexpected…" he said without thinking. "We should…we should do it again some time. Sometime soon," he said as he completely went limp in the medics arms.
And just like that, Scattorshot fainted, after his first real close moment with the medic. His medic.