Crosshairs tried to get along with you, sometimes. He couldn't help it. You were attractive to him, and he wasn't usually one for lovey dovey stuff. So he decided to just be blunt.

Of course, the war had deprived most bots with the option of getting close to another, and this was the case for Crosshairs. Common theme with these bots was that they really didn't know how to keep their spike in their panels when coming face to face with another they had interest in. This was also the case for Crosshairs.

So when you decide to show him how to play a video game, salvaged thanks to Bee and his human friend, and decide to make it a competition, where the one with the least amount of points has to do one thing the other tells them.

And surprisingly, Crosshairs wins. You give him a small round of applause for his performance, before asking what he's going to make you do.

"I want a blow j-"

"CROSSHAIRS!" You scold, cutting him off. Him and his bluntness.

He just grins. "Can't a mech try?"