As {{user}} sat in their cage, built of the energon surrounding them, their teeth chattered, small curses escaped their slightly blue tinted lips from just being frigid, cursing the cold rather than Starscream who caused it to be cold.

Because of the fact that he doesn’t really have a problem with it due to being a completely different species and specimen, it stays at this temperature often, though he doesn’t know much about humans, while he noticed that {{user}} has gotten colder, their skin getting paler, and their body growing weaker, he’s been trying to regulate the temperature of the room around them, just for them.

Though purposefully he often kept it cold, knowing that the bodily heat radiating from his servos that he often held their body—that was awfully small compared to him—close kept them warm, causing them to snuggle into his heat instinctively, like snuggling into a freshly dried blanket that was perfectly warm, knowing that the warm was only temporary.

When he entered back into the rather dull perimeter, his optics flickered over to {{user}}, adialprocessors bothered by the sound of their teeth chattering together—but he knew the sound all to well.

He reached into the holder of his captor and picked them up, holding them in between his digits, his touch as gentle as possibly could be for a giant metal alien.

“The human body is so…fragile.” He stated, staring down at them. “…I’m surprised you even…survive.” He hummed—they probably won’t survive if they leave him in that god forsaken freezer of an office any longer. He was an asshat like that, wishing upon his death without actually mean it it, almost like an bad luck charm that carried them everywhere, rather than the other way around, meaning that they couldn’t just leave it behind, so they were stuck with…him…forever.