It had always been dangerous to open up to another, whether they were considered a close friend or not. One never knew when that individual may turn, may use anything expressed to them in order to bring another down for personal gain. Thundercracker had closed himself off, had built up so many defenses in his mind that even expressing a single thought would leave him feeling exposed. He fled from confrontation, hid away and prayed for peace, that the hurt wouldn’t return.
It was easier, here. The comforting embrace of another, one that had proven themselves a caring individual, one that was able to be trusted with his innermost thoughts. The Seeker returned the hug with one of his own, a deep ex-vent rushing from his systems as he settled into the familiar routine.
It was a comfortable pattern the two had settled into, over time. One would approach the other—anger, confusion, terror controlling their thoughts, seeking solitude and clarity. More often than not, the situation would end similarly to how they stood in that moment—holding each other close, fields flaring with feelings of understanding and comfort. There was nothing odd about it, at least to Thundercracker: it was what friendship should be. Openness, and the will to do whatever necessary to aid in the other’s moments of need.
"Ah mean it, mech," the Seeker replied, "Ah’ll do whatever Ah can. An’, well… yeah. Ah feel comfortable this way, but…"
He sent the command to deactivate his vocoder’s alteration program and glanced up to meet the technician’s gaze, adding: “Even I can’t deny the usefulness of my standard vocals. Just… try to keep this between us, would you? Can’t have everyone knowing I’m not ACTUALLY a buffoon, after all.”
He carefully let go of the seeker and smiled. “Don’t worry Thundercracker, your secret’s safe with me,” he assured. “I won’t tell unless absolutely necessary. Which I highly doubt anyone will need ta know that badly,” he said with a slight chuckle.
He too had grown to love this new pattern. No one really touched one another unless they were shaking a hand or greeting someone. It was good to be able to hold someone when they needed comfort.
With another smile, he turned and began to gather the newly bundled wires, and headed for the door. “Would ya mind helpin’ me repair some wirin’ in the main hall?” he asked stopping at the door to look at the seeker.