This is what he'd been aiming for, and so he rumbles with satisfaction and does so, then returns his cheek to her head as his big hand covers the part of her plating nearest her tank. Warm tank and warm fuel = comfort. He'll remember to feed himself in a moment. Important stuff first.
Gen winces at the announcement. "I think we might've leaked over when we..." She coughs lightly, and her faceplates start to warm up with yet another blush.
"And with how tight Psych and I's bond is, I don't know if I can stop that from happening." Gen looks down at her hands, so she doesn't see if Dreadnought's sputterings result in coughing up some of his fuel.
He's got to stop and concentrate for an instant so brief that only another Transformer would notice it, but then he lifts her carefully and turns to carry her through a door in the wall opposite entrance. On the other side of it is a smaller room, dominated by a large sleeping platform, on which he lays her gently before nudging her toward the wall and collapsing next to her with a weary grumble.
"Psych's just going to have to live with it for awhile," he says at last, resting his head gently on her stomach and shuttering his optics. "We have to settle and work this all out before we can do anything else."
Gen strokes Dreadnought's forehead, content to just lay there for a few moments before offering, "I can probably see about making a firewall, or something similar."
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"...Your brother is charged out of his processor." A quick check of the link. "And so is my drone."
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Then he shakes his head and drains his flask in one pull before tossing it aside and getting shakily to his feet.
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"Psych's just going to have to live with it for awhile," he says at last, resting his head gently on her stomach and shuttering his optics. "We have to settle and work this all out before we can do anything else."
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