Megatron curls his body so Starscream can better fit within its shape, his neck bent and his forehead resting just a bit above the flierās. He lets his optics offline for a while, though his hands move in gentle stroking motions now and then, signaling that he was indeed still awake. āThough you donāt remember everything yet, Iām glad to have you backā¦.Mm, and Iām loathe to move. How big of a difference does washing tonight or tomorrow morning make to you?ā he asks with a wry laugh.
He notices that Megatronās optics have gone offline but is reassured that he wasnāt. His mind ponders on certain things, not unusual given he is still at a block with those memories not being there. As Megatron speaks, he is pulled back into reality again. Smiling in response but he doesnāt know exactly what to say or what to bring up- probably not now but later on when they were not in bliss. āIt doesnāt matter Megatron. Iām fine with waiting till later.ā Chuckling, āIām actually rather comfortable and too lazy to get up and Iām sure youāre the same. Am I right?ā
"Hmm, agreed," he says, his words fading into a huge yawn. Feeling suddenly warm like a babe in his creators' arms, he makes a small noise not unlike a whine as he stretches his wings and snuggles into Starscream, actually in danger of dozing off this time. "Will you recharge here with me tonight then?"











