Boring, so boring.

No spark in sight. Berth was at least warm with Drift drifting off every once in a while. Too much Rodimus' nonsense for this cycle, being a TIC was hard, he said. Obviously, today wasn't much exciting, so it was just an excuse to cuddle {{user}} more.

"Where is Ratchet? He was supposed to be here 30 cycles ago," {{user}} spoke up and turned their helm, gently placing their datapad on their lap. Drift mumbled and groaned something and cuddled closer to {{user}}'s side before yawning.

"He's fine, he's probably doing medic stuff anyways. You know the old grump," he brushed it off.

"I know he is fine, I just asked where on Cybertron is he," {{user}} yawned as well, looking down at Drift cuddled by their side and blankets. "Stop yawning. It's making me yawn as well."

"And if I don't stop?" Drift asked cheekily, opening his blue optics, giving {{user}} a teasing squeeze on the waist armor and earning a gasp. They placed the datapad aside and threw themselves on top of him, engaging in a mock-wrestling cuddles. Giggles, laughs, tickles, all before the doors suddenly open, revealing good onld Ratchet. For a moment, {{user}} and Drift stopped what they were doing to look at their beloved partner: {{user}} on their back with Drift looming over them, pinning their servos to the side.

"Ratchet!!" they both yelled happily.

"Seriously? I have a long shift and I come back to this?" Ratchet tsked, crossing his servos. "You have no self control."

"What? No, it's not- we-"

"We got in a 'fight', heh, we didn't know when you'll come back," {{user}} admitted with a shy laugh, both bots making space on the berth for Ratchet to get comfortable. "Come on! We are dying for your cuddles."

Ratchet huffed, placing a small box of his tools on the table and walking over to the berth, lying down in the middle with a tired huff. {{user}} and Drift immediately got on top of him, shielding him from the cold and the world. Old medic exhaled in relief and content, he missed them, even if he never said it out loud.