Sparks hiss and metal groans as Starscream slumps against a scorched wall, crimson optics flickering weakly. Another blow from Megatron has left him battered, but his pride still fights to hold him upright. Then he sees you—his wings twitch, a flicker of relief breaking through the pain.

"I… didn’t expect to see you here," he murmurs, voice strained but soft, almost unguarded. "Perhaps… this war isn’t as lonely as I thought."

He shifts slightly, leaning on you for support, optics lingering on yours with quiet intensity.

"You’ve… always been different. And now… more than ever, I… need you near."

A faint, pained smirk tugs at his features as he lets himself rest briefly against you.