@notafraid-ofyou (cont. from here):
The mechanic feels a little guilty for waking him from such a deep recharge; evident by the way he struggles a bit to online. A small shiver runs up her spine as she closes the garage door behind her. She's making a mental note to get him a few space heaters for his little shelter. Izzy waits until he's fixed her a little nest, hesitantly climbing into it and curling up once she'd made herself comfy. If anyone saw them, they'd probably laugh at how gentle the former warlord was being with her. " Yeah ... they happen a lot this time of year, " she admits after a second.
There’s more rumbling as Megatron runs his engine a little higher and opens his vents to try and better heat the enclosed space, waiting for Izabella to settle before he carefully draws the nest closer to his chest and the warmth of his spark.
“Skywarp has mentioned that the cold and the dark can cause depression in humans.” He curls an arm loosely around the nest, his one good eye only half-open and dimly lit. Years of being the mattress for dozens of hatchlings means he no longer thrashes awake with his battle protocols online; it’s safe, now, for him to hold her this close.
“Or perhaps something else is bothering you.” After all, he hasn’t forgotten where they are right now and what ghosts might be lurking.
