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[if you look upon the The Fussin' Overlook™ this lovely afternoon, you will notice a giant robot standing with his hands idly on his hips with a serene expression on his face, quietly enjoying the sunset]

[it's also raining like fuck, but he doesn't seem to care.]

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... what?

Try it.

I... don't want to fight you, Wing.

Who said anything about a fight? Besides, you don't think I'm real. Let me knock some sense into you.'

... Do you remember what the deal was?

Of course I do. But do you?

That if I won, I was allowed to leave.

[where did he learn serious face ide] Wing, I don't want to leave you behind. Not then. Not now. Not again.

Then what do you want?

... what... kind of question is that?

An important one. You wanted a place like Crystal City to exist. But what do you want now?

... the same thing. What I want hasn't changed. It never has, and it never will.

But I know it's something that doesn't come easy. That doesn't just happen. So I do all that I can, in the meantime. As much as possible.

Is that why you joined the Autobots?

[suddenly self conscious of his shoulders, so he crosses his arms]

Yes. I believe in what they want. I believe that they want the world I want.

[smiles]

Good.

... [tilting his head and relaxing his arms]

I know what you told me. But I also know that some of the bots I've met--they're different. They don't fight for themselves; it's not about what they want. That's what gives me hope.

I'm not complaining.

I know. I just thought you'd like to hear about it.

I'd love to.

[looking Wing up and down and stepping closer]

[waits patiently]

[... wordlessly slipping his arms around Wing for a hug, cautiously like he's still afraid that Wing will disappear at the slightest touch]

[putting a hand on his back]

It's okay.

[yeah he's clinging]

I'm sorry.

You have nothing to be sorry for.

There's a lot I have to be sorry for.