[Breakwire vents a sigh as he shoulders his way into Seismicwave's room, his doorwings drooping against his back. With the shapeshifter as sick as he's been, Breakwire has had to run himself ragged and then some to care for him and as his condition got worse, the less he was able to really leave the ship. As always, he was arguing with himself as he made his way over to the berth. Why was he even bothering caring for him? He could just as easily leave him to get worse, go enjoy himself, be happy for once... but no matter how much he tried to convince himself that he wouldn't care about the larger mech anymore, it was much, much harder than he thought it would be, and he was far too worried about him to leave him]
[Setting the bucket of warm, mineral water down, he dips the cloth in the water and wrings it out. Seismicwave was berth-ridden and couldn't move. His armor had gotten dirty and grimy, and Breakwire knew if he didn't clean it soon, it would start to rust. At least if he did it while the other bot was recharging, he couldn't be griped at]
