And I breathe so you breathe. Let me stand so you stand.

[and_a_prayer]

Who: Wing and Arcee [Closed]
What: This relationship is a little more complicated than some mechs realize...
Where: Medbay
When: Nowish?
Warnings: none

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[watchforthorns]

It hadn't been intentional, at least as far as the femme was concerned. Uncertain of how she was going to handle talking to Wing, or especially Ratchet, Arcee had spent more of her time studying some of the medical texts in the Medbay to try and continue bringing herself up to speed. In fact, this was what she was doing when Wing spoke, staring at the same paragraph of text she'd inadvertently read three times in her distracted state. Hearing Wing, she pushed to her feet from her desk, stepping out into the hall to greet him, with a faint smile.

"I'm here. Sorry I didn't hear you come in... I was reading."

[and_a_prayer]

Oh he suspected- or at least he hoped- that she wasn't doing it on purpose. If anything, he hadn't given much thought to what he might think if she was because she deserved the benefit of the doubt. She deserved whatever he could give her.

He brightens a little at the sight of her, some of the tension easing from his expression without a second thought. Regardless of the reasons he'd come here for or what might come of it, he didn't think she would ever stop being able to make him smile with just a look.

"Oh? Reading what?" He takes her hand in his and presses a soft kiss to the back in greeting.