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The doors to Perceptor's lab have been careflly pushed aside, awaiting repair, and the rubble of the wall cleared away. Inside the lab, the empty cubes and spilled energon have been disposed of, but the rest of the clutter and damage remains, pushed up against the nearest walls, awaiting tidying. The lights are down low, and even the lights in the office have been reduced to minimal power. Inside the office, behind the desk, Perceptor is curled up on his side on the berth that serves double duty as his desk chair. His arm is draped over Cureall, who is tucked up against his chest, their hands entwined. There is a look of profound relief and calm on his face, though he has long since surrendered to recharge. For the first time in weeks, he appears to be resting peacefully, despite the faintest hint of pinched pain hovering around his brow ridge.
The doors to Perceptor's lab have been careflly pushed aside, awaiting repair, and the rubble of the wall cleared away. Inside the lab, the empty cubes and spilled energon have been disposed of, but the rest of the clutter and damage remains, pushed up against the nearest walls, awaiting tidying. The lights are down low, and even the lights in the office have been reduced to minimal power. Inside the office, behind the desk, Perceptor is curled up on his side on the berth that serves double duty as his desk chair. His arm is draped over Cureall, who is tucked up against his chest, their hands entwined. There is a look of profound relief and calm on his face, though he has long since surrendered to recharge. For the first time in weeks, he appears to be resting peacefully, despite the faintest hint of pinched pain hovering around his brow ridge.