Teebs is going to get a careful hug, a gentle squeeze. And a long look, a soft murmur," ... Teeb?"
It takes a few moments longer than ever before the black Truck stretches a bit, a brittle grin on his faceplates. But he leans into the hug, burrowing every centimetre he can against the other mech. "...'m ok." he murmurs, optics hidden.











