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Oh, man, his optics sure are intense up close. His finials move up and down as Shotlock pats his arm, and he looks from the hand back to his face.

"I'm quite alright. My concern simply lies in the fact that anything connected to the Primes that makes you react in such a way warrants investigation into making sure any integration into your systems happened safely," he says, so infuriatingly earnestly and with such concern. "I would know."

Shotlock sighs as if it's been a hard battle but he's finally convinced.

"Alright. You are a prime so you would know best after all. I'm telling you it was only a cramp, but how about this. We can make a deal. I'll show off a few more shots, we can get a better test of what this thing can do and then if things get too bad, you can take me where ever you want and dote and fret on me to your spark's content. Sound good?"

He hadn't removed his hand from Optimus' arm, but his gaze has softened.

"I mean, it's better to get as much information as we can for the medics, if that ends up being necessary, after all."

He pulls back suddenly, standing back up, almost like he'd suddenly become uncomfortable with the contact. It's not clear what part of what Shotlock said inspired this reaction.

"Mmmnn..."

Shotlock has a point, but he doesn't like this. Not at all. Optimus deliberates, then shakes his head.

"No, I am not risking any degree of spark pain for weaponry data. You go and get a scan, then if you get the all clear you do as much as you want."

Shotlock frowns, his charm not working as well as he would have hoped. He feels kind of bad with the suddenness at which Optimus pulled away, but he isn't sure what set the Prime off.

He gives a bit of a puppy-dog type look, both hands now back on Penumbra for sake of finding something to do with them.

"One more shot, and then I promise I'll go get checked out. You can come with me and make sure that I do it and everything."

"Mmmmmmmmnnnngh..."

It's not clear if it's the puppy-dog eyes or the promise, but Optimus sighs, then takes a step back.

"One more."

Shotlock resists the urge to give a little air punch of victory and instead gives a little nod of his chin and turns back to the target.

He Lines the shot up, steadying himself, bracing himself, not just for the usual kickback, but for that punch to his spark he had with the last shot.

Instead of the easy shot he took before, he focuses in on the target, a small, specific spot.

He pulls the tricker.

The punch is harder this time, it hits and holds on for a quick, throbbing second. Then it is gone. Just like it before. It leaves him feeling a touch dizzy.

He doesn't waver, he swallows a gasp, but he can't hide the flinch in his expression.

He is still well on his feet, but he does feel a bit like maybe he's been through an intense race while low on energon.

Shotlock takes in his shot. Right on target. He could only imagine what that would do to an actual enemy. He turns and grins at Optimus. "See? Don't need to worry so much. Nice shot, huh? We should try moving targets next."

Optimus spends the entire time watching Shotlock, instead of where he manages to shoot. He doesn't even glance over to see if he hit the target, as it's clear where his concern is.

"Yes, very nice. You're a veritably sharpshooter. Now, let's go to the medibay," he says, moving around between Shotlock and the targets to make the non-optional part of this very clear. "I will call ahead and let them know we will be there soon."

Shotlock frowns. Seems an Optimus was an Optimus was an Optimus. He had been hoping to convince the Prime to let him weasel out a few more shots, but his charm apparently only worked so far with an Optimus' determination for concern.

He sighs and puts Penumbra away and rubs at his chest, over his spark chamber again.

He wasn't exactly a stranger to the medbay, he used to go pretty regularly before Hot Shot. He still goes, just not as often. Still, he was having fun showing off his new gun and Optimus has seemed legitimately interested in it at first.

This was a good opportunity though, and Shotlock reached out and grabbed Optimus gently by the lower arm. "You'll come with me right? And stay?" He wasn't trying to be manipulative, not maliciously, but he did put maybe a little more stress in his voice then what he was actually feeling.

"Oh, I--" he starts, then stops, his optics spinning as he's clearly quite surprised by it. Optimus ducks, putting his hand over Shotlocks with that horrifically sincere and genuine care for his safety. "Of course."

He gives his hand a pat, then straightens up again. "I am sorry if you dislike medibays, but this is the best course of action for you to take. It could be affecting your spark in ways you don't yet realise."

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