Step. Drag. Scrape. Step. Drag. Scrape. Shift. Move. Sigh. Repeat. When he had been asked to move a box of cameras of all things to the Rec. room, Bastion was not expecting to also be asked to set them up. The eradicon hadn't wanted to stick around for very long, for his seeker was in the medibay, and he had promised to come visit later on in the day. He didn't want anyone angry at him though, so he begrudgingly did as he was asked. By the time Bastion was done, it was well into the night shift. Fracture would be in recharge by now, exhausted by his injuries and pumped full of sedatives and pain killers. He could still check up on the black and white frontliner, make sure the mech was still…well, functioning. ----------------- Bastion peeked into the dark medibay, the glow of his optical band cutting through the murky darkness. The mech stepped through the threshold and glanced around, quickly spotting the massive seeker laying on a med-berth. He moved as quiet as he could, until he was beside his poor seeker. With a somewhat shaking servo Bastion traced one of the many weld crisscrossing Fracture's helm and shook his own helm. The eradicon leaned down to gently, oh so gently, affectionately bump his helm against the seeker's uninjured side. A servo suddenly shot up to grab hold of Bastion's shoulder. “Don't leave me alone, please. I don't like the dark. Please don't leave me…please.” The smaller mech couldn't help but nuzzle the frantic frontliner. “I'm not leaving. Never.” It didn't surprise Bastion at all when he received a picture of him and Fracture together. They really did look happy like that…