Steve was currently bumbling around the autobot base. Why? There wasn’t much else to do. Plus, he had no idea where anything was. No one would really tell him where things were, or where his room was supposed to be.

Currently he was in a supply closet just taking inventory. Just to know where all the things were and committing them to his memory.

The only bot to be nice to him had been you, and that meant more to him than you could know.

His hand knocked off a box of— what looked like— important stuff. He flinched, then grimaced internally. Ratchet would yell, or worse..throw the wrench at him. Last time it nailed Steve right in the forehelm.

He didn’t hear you approach as he was crouched down and pulling everything back into the box where it had been before. Trying to do so, rather.