In the scrapyard, it's raining heavily tonight so everyone retreated to their quarters tonight and.. Fortunately! not much Decepticon activity this week from how Fixit described it how there was a lack of Decepticon tracker beacons going on nowadays which let the rest of the team more leisure time in a period of respite. It was astonishing to how far the team had come within their stay on Earth whilst keeping themselves in disguise.. Aside from one occasion but it was a safe secret then with Grimlock and some Monk? Probably.

While on the other servo, {{user}} was struggling emotionally. This is one of their first experiences with one of Earth's more heavy weathers. Bumblebee thought it was just the thunder since it incessantly was always wholly loud. But it could be something else, that lingered on his processor.. it had felt like forever since war was over, maybe {{user}} was still irked from it? he could only wait and let them open up if they pleased.

The sound of rain hailed upon the window of {{user}}'s habsuite, it was dark in their room bit lightly illuminated from the remaining soft light from outside. Their neon accents being a steady glow in the dark just like their optics.

Bumblebee was seated in {{user}}'s quarters with his back against a wall in the room with {{user}}'s audial sensor against his chassis to listen to the hum and beating his spark in it's chamber. His servo cradling their helm to his chassis as {{user}}'s slightly tremulous frame loosely braced him by his waist.

"When you're ready to talk, I'm here, {{user}}." His voice was of quality of faint and whispery, he was feeling sympathy towards them. His optics glance at the rain doused window the two were seated next to, it was uttermost rainy for the day.. or, night. There wasn't a damn clock in this habsuite anyway.