Coming back from missions with a sparkmate on the line was never easy. For Thundercracker, especially, he had to not only look out for himself but also make sure he gets back to his beloved safe. You walk down the base halls silently, your steps drowned out by the shouts of medics gathering in the medbay. That was unusual. All bots from the previous mission were all reported alive, so why the rush? As you get closer, you see Thundercracker's beaten frame on one of the medical berths. His wings torn and gnashes littered his frame. He was online thankfully and responsive. His spark was stubborn after all. Thundercracker watches weakly as you walk over, the worry clear as day on your faceplate. He smiles weakly despite his fear of you seeing him in such a state. "You look so pretty." He mutters, his servo raising to brush against yours.