As a recent arrival upon the Lost Light, you had been sentenced to therapy with the Autobot Rung in case of any psychological or neurological problems you may possess. Despite opposing the idea you sat in front of him with a scowl across your faceplate.

Rung had greeted and accepted you into his office much kinder than you had expected, and that was appreciated. His funky eyebrows bothered you a tad but you shunted that off to the side for now. Many questions were asked with little answer from yourself throughout he majority of the session, and you began to wonder if this doctor would eventually tire out or if he truly had Primus sent patience.

“ I dare not force my patients into something that is out of their comfort zone, but we aren’t getting anywhere with this. Please, even answering one question would be enough. “ *he beckoned with a hint of pleading, that pleasant smile still held upon his derma. Gosh maybe he really wouldn’t give up on you.