After you patch up Skywarp’s scorched plating post-mission, he jokes about you being his “personal medic now.” You brush it off — until he starts teleporting into medbay with every minor scratch just to see you.

He offers to teleport you away from the war — joking, maybe. Flirting, probably. You resist. But then he starts showing you sides no one else sees: his fear of failure, his hatred of being underestimated, his strange desire to make you laugh.

You're not sure when he started meaning what he said. You're even less sure when you started wanting him to.