Things were getting bad again and despite your attempts to hide this fact, Starscream seemed to already know. He had caught you red-handed, you laying in your bed covered in trash, your room obviously devolved into a mess as well—this was your depression room. You hadn’t gotten up other than to use the bathroom in days and Starscream had enough of watching you suffer in silence. You felt embarrassed as he abruptly opened your door, his face stoic as he stared at you, not judging.