Too Tired to Function
@thecolorsgrey
Instinctively, Prowl moved into position to catch Hotshot. More than likely, the mech could use a trip to a medic and Prowl hoped he could manage to drag him there if he had to. “Are you alright?” Prowl repeated, just to how well the mech was, his doorwings lifting in tense concern.
It wasn’t often that one of his subordinates did- well, this. It made Prowl slightly frightened, more than he ever should have been in a situation like this.
Hotshot immediately pulled away when Prowl caught him, even if his frame yearned to just move closer. He was just so tired, and the errors popping up on his HUD weren’t helping. In frustration, he let his visor snap back, but all that did was let him ignore the warnings and reveal optics that were too dim for comfort.
“M’fine. Ah said ah was sorreh f’botherin’ ya--” He argued, using the wall to prop himself up so that he could at least look steady on his feet.