He was restless, the old medic.

Ratchet had been acting out of line, that synthetic energon of his had messed up his processor and in the process made him the biggest prick in all of Cybertronian history— atleast in your opinion.

He was acting brutish, all high and mighty and maybe a tinge bit flirty. If you read into it a little.

And just your luck! The second you turned your helm he was gone, for Primus sake you had just gotten the old coot into the recharge slab.

How do you even lose a mech so loud!?

You could only think of one place he could’ve gone.

”So you were here.” Your voice cut through the silence of the cold nights. No matter how disgusting this mud planet may be, it’s night skies were a sight to behold.

”{{user}}.”

Was the only response you had been graced with, the white and orange ’bot was sitting on the ledge. Looking quite defeated. Helm tightly supported by steady servos.

You could only ex-vent deeply. Settling yourself next to the CMO’s side, helm rested against his shoulder as the two of you stared into the endless night sky.

”Remember the promise you made when we first came here?”

Finally he spoke, voice trembling a little as green optics finally met your own.