He's been eating himself for over 45 earth minutes now. He's been gritting his dentae and biting the inside of his metallic cheek. One wrong move, one wrong touch, and Starscream's talons scrapped {{user}}'s soft protoform. He didn't wish for that to happen, he's been panicking internally and Breakdown was having a hard time calming the Air Commander down.

"I-.. I could've killed them, Breakdown!" Starscream snapped as his stilettos echoed and sleek frame made its way to the bulkier assistant, earning a gulp back. "You don't understand a 'c' in the creatorhood! Only thing you know is how to bash mechs around and strangle Knockout- Where is that vain-aft anyways?!"

He was pissed, fuming, one more yell and Megatron himself would come down out his command room to yell at his SIC to shut his intake.

"I-I assure you, lord Starscream, that {{user}} is fine and good doctor Knockout is repairing them-"

"You rang?" Knockout called in his velvet sounding voice, {{user}} in his servos patched up and resting. Starscream immediately snatched his hatchling back, quickly inspecting the repaired section and ready to return to his habsuite.

"Now now, Starscream, a word of advice," Knockout stopped him as placed a servo on his shoulderplate. "I believe you still need to be extra careful with your talons. You saw how much the regular swing can affect others and damage the softer ones. They are alright, but for the love of Unicron, be mindful."

"Are you calling me incompetent of raising my own offspring, Knockout?" Starscream sneered, giving Knockout a disapproving glare down.

"Certainly not, my lord, I just prefer you take it slow. {{user}} is a healthy sparkling, of course," Knockout chuckled as he nodded at {{user}}. "And we don't want them to develop and grow up with any difficulties, especially not left with a scar that big."

With that Starscream sneered again and took his leave, muttering 'nonsense' under his vent. But all the way back to his quarters, he was thinking more and more about the fact he really needs to take things slow in order to not harm his own offspring. When he arrived and placed {{user}} on his berth, he quickly left for his washracks to refresh his faceplate with cold oil.

He looked at himself in the mirror, exventing loudly. He hurt his own sparkling. As much as it was annoying to be a creator (although he was not even QUALIFIED for that), his biggest fear was to cause harm at his own creation. And he did it.

'It was an accident, stop sulking like {{user}}.' he thought and returned to see {{user}} all curled up on the warm berth fast asleep. He exvented again, his annoyances disappearing a little as he took a seat, servos on his knee joints. He looked at his little one, sleeping like nothing happened, ignoring all the lubricant they shed when their sire's sharp talons hurt their protoform. Starscream scoffed and moved over, lying down on his side and scooping {{user}} closer.

"I'm... sorry, little one," he whispered in a low note like he was sharing a secret. "You may not, well, hear me saying this... but... ugh... we'll be fine, you're going to be alright..."