Every Autobot was recharging in their rooms, settling in their new base- Angar E. You were a night owl, and sometimes you found yourself walking around the base, like tonight;

You were walking through an all dark, until your pede touched something and you almost jumped in fear- so you looked down only to notice it was Magnus sitting on the ground.

With a leg stretched out, and the other with the knee up, Magnus was resting his helm against it, and his servo- or better, the three claws that replaced his amputated servo after the battle against Predaking- hidden between his chest and his thigh.

Magnus knew you were there, but he completely ignored you, as he focused on a pain- The phantom pain of his cut off servo. He couldn't do anything but endure it, his frame trembling a little. He couldn't be seen like this by one of his soldiers, he thought.