You sit in Rung's office, the diminutive bot sitting across from you. He's staring at his datapad, but not writing anything down.

It's sort of nice, being in the silent office. It's got a cosy kind of vibe, with Rung's model ships in a case on the wall, one of them half assembled on his desk, and the light in the room isn't just light, if that makes sense. You could be just delirious, but you could swear the light is tinted with a colour so faint that you can't put your digit on it.

Finally, Rung speaks, adjusting his glass slightly and glancing up at you. "Ultra Magnus told you that you have to come for mandatory therapy, didn't he?"

He did. There wasn't even a discussion about it, Rodimus and Megatron didn't have a chance to put their opinions in, but you could tell from their faceplates that they were thinking the exact same thing.

Odd that three completely different mechs with oftentimes very different views and thoughts, all agreed that you need help.

You probably do. Your spark constantly feels like it's being squeezed at all times, almost like Primus himself is trying to liquify it between his digits.

Guilt won't stop accosting your processor, you should have been more patient, should have kept a calm head instead of...

You stare at your digits, interlocking them with each other.

"You're not in trouble. I just wanted to let you know. It's just... Out of character for you to do such a thing."

It's a good thing Rung is so small compared to you, he's less physically imposing than anyone else. Makes it harder to have the urge to make him stop.

Rung continues, his blue optics somehow staring right into your spark without it feeling intrusive. "You're not here because of what you did. You're here because of what happened afterwards."

Oh. That... Makes you feel slightly better. You don't exactly what happened immediately after, but you recall a sinking feeling in your tanks, and the slick feeling of Energon coating your digits and it wasn't your Energon and-

"You're shaking," You didn't realise.

Rung suddenly looks away from you, at the model of the half assembled ship on the desk. "Before you got here, I was rebuilding The Boat."

What.

"They let Riptide name it," Rung explains. That makes sense. Still a silly name for a spaceship. "It got destroyed very quickly after it was built, because it just wasn't a very good spaceship, but I'm missing an important piece so I can't finish assembling it."

You glance at the display case, and something red catches your optic. In the empty place where The Boat is supposed to go, there's a red autobot logo. It's probably Rung's missing piece.