Whirl laid sprawled out on the Berth, you were laying over his abdomen listening to his rant about the war and how fun it was to kick Decepticon aft on a day to day basis, though your insistent need to refuel and recharge kept distracting you, but you were also to comfortable to move, who knew Whirl would work as a pillow? Only in your shared Habsuite would he ever admit to enjoying your presence

"{{user}}? Ya keep looking at nothin' what are ya? Drugged?"