He likes this one, Void might be a little odd but he’s alright—Knock Out relates to him a little and that sits with the red mech nicely.
He doesn’t even mind the slight pressure on his shoulder—he turns his helm after a while, almost asking if Void’s finish would ruin after touching his own for so long but quickly notices the offlined optics and the gentle hum of the other’s engine.
Knock Out cocks his helm to the side, considering shaking the other awake but—he almost looks peaceful and…
Knock Out knows how much beauty sleep means to himself so Void must cherish the same belief.
So he leaves him be, snoozing on the red one’s shoulder, while he makes plans to touch up on his polish later.