This was a bad idea. He should have thrown Wheeljack out than relent. This was becoming clear to him now as his focus shifted from the various tubes and vials filled with mildly corrosive liquid and instead honed in on Wheeljack out of concerned paranoia. With his attention split between dangerous chemicals and a dangerous wrecking ball, he opted to focus on the thing he could deal with at the moment: Wheeljack.
Placing the vials back in their holders, he turned to glare at Wheeljack, “I am not–” but he’s abruptly cut off from Wheeljack’s presentation, optics cycling as he blinks dumbly at the ruined tool.
“That–that was Bulkhead. Miko decided to play a prank and–and– put that down! It’s broken as it is, I don’t need it damaged further before I get around to fixing it!” He doesn’t even wait for Wheeljack to listen to him. He’s already stomping over there himself, brusquely snatching the ruined socket wrench from the Wrecker and placing it among the pile of discarded items. One of many he has to get around to fixing. Huffing, he can feel his plating begin to slightly flare in agitation.
“I am not working on an explosive, Wheeljack, so no! I do not think your expertise is required. Thank you, but no.” He folds his arms over his chassis, waiting expectedly for the other to turn and leave now that it’s been made apparent he’s not wanted.
He manages to grab one last glance at the mutilated socket wrench before it’s wrested from his grip and can’t help but feel the slight tug of satisfaction that Bulkhead never seemed to change, no matter how far or how long he was away. It was good. It was grounding. His back wings flicked slightly when he caught sight of Ratchet though. The medic was obviously more interested in driving Wheeljack out of the vicinity than he was in a conversation, but if there was one thing a Wrecker was, it was stubborn.
And he was probably the worst of them when it came to that. He had enough reprimands to know that at least.
“Easy Ratchet,” he eases back, hands lifted in the air as a show of submission. “I’m not about to make a bomb out of whatever it is you're workin’ on. Just thought I might be able to help since I have some experience in that field. Probably more than the other ‘Bots around here anyway.” He couldn’t imagine Bulkhead might have picked up being a chemist, and he certainly couldn’t see Optimus Prime of all them all invest in it either.
“But I can see you really aren’t in the mood, so if you want me to leave, I’ll go. Just say the word, doc.”
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