WHO: Optimus Prime
like_a_bossbot and... Optimus Prime
ichoosebothWHAT: Removing his stasis cuffs and all kinds of awkward. :(
WHERE: Optimus' apartment
WHEN: Monday night, when the virus has worn off.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Excessive awkward? References to the event, probably.
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Then, cautiously, the door opened, the little drone rolling on in to check the state of the other Prime's optics.
Because Prime was too ashamed to do it himself.]
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In the other room, Optimus Prime cringed, but resolutely stood and began heading toward the spare room.]
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... Which left limited options.]
... Roller.
[He spoke quietly, still looking at the floor.]
Sorry. About earlier.
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[At the same point, the rest of Optimus cautiously pushed the door aside, optics only flicking to his alternate to confirm what his drone saw, before gluing themselves to the floor.
Oh Primus he didn't want to be here -the guilt was nearly overwhelming him.]
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He's... not entirely sure what he could say, at this point. The damage was already done, and he didn't blame Optimus for probably wanting nothing to do with him.]
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[Coming dangerously close to freezing up mid-step half way across the room, Optimus finally made it to his alternate's side. Kneeling down behind him, he hesitated a moment. He had to get close to set him free, after all. But...]
...I. Sorry.
[...That was pathetic and he knew it. But he still sucked it up and gently rolled his alternate to the side to reach the status cuff controls, finally releasing him. Then he took a rather hasty step back.]
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... You're... not the one who should be apologizing.
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...Yes I am.
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[He winces, remembering all too well how eager he'd been to latch onto his alternate self. Among other things.]
This isn't your fault.
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Hardly. I should have known better. I should have done more to stop myself. To...stay away. If anyone here is more to blame, it would be me.
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[He vents a sigh, rubbing absently at one of his wrists.]
I don't... blame you. For anything.
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...nor I you.
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I know you're going to blame yourself anyway. I wish you wouldn't.
[He wasn't even sure how to touch the topic of what happened, shifting uncomfortably. It... could have been worse (particularly if the deal with Magnum hadn't panned out as it had), but... he felt like saying that would only make it more awkward. If it had to be someone, Optimus wasn't a horrible choice.
Yet somehow "If I had to have someone take my virginity while I was out of my processor, I'm glad it was you" didn't sound quite right either.]
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And you won't do the same? As we so stubbornly insisted upon while we were...not ourselves...we are alternates of the same being. [He shifts awkwardly.]
...I know how I feel about this mess. At this point I'm getting the idea you feel the same, when I know you should not.
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[He sags slightly, knowing the argument wasn't going to get him anywhere. He knew it wouldn't have convinced him... But he had to try something. Anything.
He cursed their shared inablity to share responsibility, even when it wasn't something they needed to bear alone. Optimus knew he'd have done the same, was doing the same - But he didn't want both of them to suffer either.]
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