You had a few.. bad habits to say the least. When you were stressed, which isn’t very often luckily, you would scratch at your paint and metal.

One bad day after Optimus had lectured you about something you’ve already forgotten.

“Hey Mirage—“

Noah stopped in his tracks when he saw energon dripping from your forearm and digits.

“Hey, what’s going on man? What happened..?” He asked quickly grabbing a towel to clean you up. A worried look in his eyes.