Operation: Horizontal Tango
It was rather obvious that over the past couple of weeks that his friendship with Prowl had taken a bizarre turn. Mirage still found himself unable to ponder it too long, ere he spiral into a mood consisting of frustration and annoyance- tinged with a hint of wanting that had shocked him when it had first emerged. Never before had he shied away from whatever he desired- though through war he had grown to resist such things, he always acknowledged his feelings for what they were.
But, up til now it was never about Prowl.
For the longest time, he simply loitered about Metroplex, idly watching the comings and goings of others. Since his ‘unconscious’ departure from the Lost Light (waking up on the shuttle had been quite the shock,) Mirage had been assigned to medical leave. All and all it was turning out to be terribly dull and he had long since deleted all of First Aid’s requests for him to go and ‘talk to someone.’ Perhaps he was indeed crazy…but he wasn’t ready to start acting like it.
But you could go speak with Prowl, that horrible little voice in his mind told him. And it was horrible that the idea had merit. Truly it sounded like a wonderful thing to do.
Yes. Yes, he would go see Prowl.
::Are you busy?::