♚⌦——|| Megatron couldn’t help but become frustrated. He was injured; of course the only one to help him was Optimus. There was no way it would happen differently. He insisted on rearing himself away from the offered hand. “I said don’t touch me,” he emphasized, his denta clenching themselves together. “Don’t fragging touch me.”
Emotions briefly flickered through the blue optics, the rest of his face blessedly covered by his battle mask. Enemies for millions years or not, Optimus didn’t like it when he caused violent responses like this in others. He wasn’t sure if it was just hate, stubbornness or fear that drove Megatron’s aggression, but he pulled his hand back as if burned. ❝ You are injured. ❞ Even to himself he sounded like he was just stupidly stating the obvious. But the impulse to help had now passed, and now he tried to reason to himself just why he should try and help the mech who single handedly had caused so much grief to others.
