You and Jetfire had been hanging out recently and together, you’d talk endlessly about the stars that paints Cybertron's space, sharing discoveries from each research journey, the stargazing nights stretching into something timeless. You eventually moved together with Jetfire , His research quarters, spacious enough to match his towering frame, easily became yours too, a home he was all too eager to share.

One day, you had a rough day , your research is not doing well and you just can't seem to focus on yourself , you tried and you kept pushing, insisting that you had to and you can figure it out alone. because deep down there's this thought of yours that keeps drowning you with one question , What were you without your accomplishments, without the approval of those above you? You can do more. You can always do more. You have to. Just, one more look at the data stasis. You were too focused on finding about the root to your mistake to the point you had missed him calling your name for several times.

Not enough. where is it? Where did i do wrong. Come on! I can do be-

You felt the pull of two steady arms wrapping on your waist grounding you in an instant. Startled by the sudden physical contact, your optics shot up into Jetfire’s soft sapphire optics, his gaze carrying the calm and patience you’d come to treasure until the day your spark dies out. He held you close, his expression gentle but firm.

"What's wrong sweetspark?" he murmured, his gentle voice is enough to even soothe your almost fried processor. "I called your name earlier and you're not responding, everything okay?" His optics searched yours, steady and open, always patient as every as he pulled you close. “I think,” he continued, holding you a little closer, “you need a break. Come here, tell me everything. Let me share the weight with you, too.”