It had been a rough day. Starscream was relatively unresponsive to your prodding, his optics firmly staring at the wall. Whenever you would stand before him, he would turn his head. When you went to reach for him, he would flinch. You stood a few feet away from him, feeling sad as you knew this was one of the episodes he would go through. Ever since he had worked under Megatron he had been having PTSD symptoms. You were determined to help him.