Waverunner would be training with arcee, as he often was. Not really expecting anyone to really need him. He’d gotten back from a mission yesterday and he wasn’t due for another.

Unless Optimus wanted to send him on another energon run, despite them never going right for him.

No one would listen and Waverunner would find himself in deep scrap once again. It’s hard to calm down an anxiety disorder when you don’t have a reason to believe that you weren’t in danger.

Every energon run ended with Waverunner quite literally on the brink of death.

So he just worked out all the anxiety. The feelings in general, the guilt of lying to the few friends he had because he was sworn to secrecy by Optimus himself.

Another hit, another thought gone from his processor. That’s how it felt anyway. Processing the fear and frustration that was married to being in an ongoing war.

He lost himself in thought as he began to stab the training dummy repeatedly with a zeroed in focus.