“YOU COULD HAVE DIED, C-19!”

The words were out of his mouth before he even fully processed what he was saying.

“I mean— {{user}}.”

His optics dropped to the floor, spark feeling like it dimmed in his chest. He hated how much they… {{user}}, reminded him of his old friend. C-19.

Those memories of C were buried far in his processor. But primus, {{user}} reminded him too much of them.