You and Skywarp are trapped in a collapsed bunker — no light, barely enough space to move, and his teleportation system is down. He tries to laugh it off, but the darkness gets to him fast.

His voice shakes when he admits he hates small spaces — too many chances to vanish into solid matter, too many failed jumps. You’ve never seen him afraid before.

You reach for his hand in the dark. "You're not alone."

He goes quiet. Then says, barely above a whisper: "That’s the problem."