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Hey, Optimus! [The most awkward laugh ever.]

So I guess I disappeared for a couple hours there, but I'm back now! You okay, too?

[it is absolutely incredible how hashtag's message parts his red sea of stress, still dealing with the fallout of her little blip. he doesn't much feel better, but it's good to know she's safe. goddamn space bridges.]

You did. [he doesn't even consider answering the question or mentioning what happened in the meantime. that can be dealt with later.] Where are you?

Uh...I'm walking to my room. [Trying to sound The Most Casual.] I woke up in the space-bridge room. Rung said it glitches like that some times.

[optimus knows he shouldn't try to align this malfunctioning space bridge and what it does to what he knows of them, but he can't help trying. it's a headache every time. that's the exact opposite of how space bridges work!

he knows where her room is. he's about-turning before he even asks:] Do you mind if I come to see you?

[Hashtag should not in fact have any idea of how a space-bridge works outside of the broken one on the R2 but somehow now she does and it's weird. Dreams can be so vibrant.]

Um. Sure? I'm okay though, I promise. All my parts are still here.

I believe you.

[and he does! he knows she keeps a lot back, but doesn't think she would hide something of that severity.

optimus catches her quickly, giving her a little honk when he's a couple hundred yards away so she knows. it takes all of his considerable willpower not to look her over regardless, as he doesn't entirely know how to Properly express concern for injuries that might not be physical.]

How are you feeling? [he ask, standing by her, not wanting to stop her going where she might want to go.]

[The honk makes her laugh and she has to curb it so she doesn't cry and she doesn't even know why it makes her want to do that. It's like she'd worried she'd never see him again or something.

That dream really is messing with her feelings.]

Hi! I'm fine, really. [She holds out her arms to show him. Even switches her feet for wheels and spins around. Only to stop because it makes her feel dizzy again.]

Mostly fine. Space bridges, ya know.

Good... good! [he says, looking over her arms when she holds them out. yep! those sure are still attached to her body! optimus laughs when she does a little spin for him, but there's not much life in it.] Oh, I know.

[he pulls back slightly, clasping his hands neutrally.]

I am sorry this happened without warning-- it seems that it's not an unknown phenomenon for the bridge on this ship to behave as it has. Perhaps when you have had a short time to recalibrate, it might be worth visiting the medibay so we can get your file set up and a quick check-up. [he'd offer to set up movie night again for tomorrow night but with megatron... hoo boy.]

[Medbay is a weird thing for her to think about considering the closest they have back home is Bee's first aid and whatever Nightshade has managed to teach themselves. They've never been to a medic before and once arriving here they still hadn't had a need to.]

Check up? I don't need a check up. I'm fine. I already told you that.

[She laughs and rubs her hands together.]

I mean, we never needed it back home so why would we need it now?

I believe you! But it's just a precaution-- [he keeps his hands clasped, though they tighten slightly uncomfortably.] --honestly, the medics will likely want to corral you and Twitch eventually anyway.

[expression carefully placid, he moves back so he's not hovering over her so much.]

I was going to bring it up sometime soon regardless, and we do not need to do it with any urgency. [a beat passes, then with a more genuine tone:] I am glad you have returned.

Why corralling? Why do they need that?

[You are not actually making her feel less concerned about this, Optimus. She loves you but doctors can be scary! Look at Mandroid! Not all doctors are like that, she's sure, but who needs to find out?]

Can't you just tell them how okay we are? You see us all the time!

[She leans in to hug his arm. Not unlike a child hanging a bit off an adult larger than they are.]

Wheeljack checked us out, doesn't that count?

...I'll tell them. [he says, relenting for now. temporarily running out of existence juice is horrifying enough without being pushed into a scary new experience. optimus crouches down so he can properly hug her back, wishing he could protect her from the difficulties of this reality as easily.] Ah... Wheeljack saw to you? I'm glad future-me made at least one sensible choice.

[he can only assume it's the wheeljack of their own reality in the months hashtag mentioned he hasn't experienced yet. there isn't a wheeljack here that he's aware of!

optimus glances down at her with a light smile.]

What did you think of him? I'm sure he enjoyed meeting you. Distracted as he might usually seem, Wheeljack does always see what he needs to.

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