Indeed it would normally not happen; if he wanted, he took... if he knew he was welcome, that was. He wasn't in the habit of forcing himself on those unwilling.
But as their little train fell into step and there was no reason for him to fall behind (it still felt odd. Not the right place), Megatron caught himself multiple times using that same strut, that did not belong in his repertoire of gaits.
It was utterly infuriating, as was the insistent, sudden feeling of feeling of being empty... Which did nothing for the slowly healing port on his thigh. It ached, and nothing was getting better at the periodic flexing and twitch from the caliphers and connectors.
The faint growl from Optimus that he could hear was, on the other hand, somewhat amusing.
As they finally got to the medbay connected to the Prime's floors, Megatron was all too relieved to simply toss himself with an annoyed grunt up on a berth, scrubbing his faceplates and then lowering his hand to seek out the blue optics of the Prime.
He wasn't even sure why he was staring, but nothing wrong with it, right? And to pre-empt Ratchet, he let the plates hiding his shielded spark chamber retreat again.
Whether that was to give him a chance to check it closer, or actually look over the injuries he sported, Megatron didn't really care at the moment. Staring Optimus baldly in the faceplates, it seemed like... the thing to do.
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But as their little train fell into step and there was no reason for him to fall behind (it still felt odd. Not the right place), Megatron caught himself multiple times using that same strut, that did not belong in his repertoire of gaits.
It was utterly infuriating, as was the insistent, sudden feeling of feeling of being empty... Which did nothing for the slowly healing port on his thigh. It ached, and nothing was getting better at the periodic flexing and twitch from the caliphers and connectors.
The faint growl from Optimus that he could hear was, on the other hand, somewhat amusing.
As they finally got to the medbay connected to the Prime's floors, Megatron was all too relieved to simply toss himself with an annoyed grunt up on a berth, scrubbing his faceplates and then lowering his hand to seek out the blue optics of the Prime.
He wasn't even sure why he was staring, but nothing wrong with it, right? And to pre-empt Ratchet, he let the plates hiding his shielded spark chamber retreat again.
Whether that was to give him a chance to check it closer, or actually look over the injuries he sported, Megatron didn't really care at the moment. Staring Optimus baldly in the faceplates, it seemed like... the thing to do.