One could think Megatron was exhausted as well, with how he had one arm thrown over his faceplates, but truth was he was simply trying to not open up everything right then and there and finish himself off.
Not even bothering to lift his arm to look at Optimus as he was insulted, Megatron lifted his other hand instead and waved it dismissively in the air.
"Opinion duly noted. I'm going to... elaborate on my explanation, however. You can forgive me or not after that..." Megatron grunted and shifted slightly, grimacing under the cover of his arm at the feeling of charge skittering everywhere it could, his sensor-net brightly alive.
He still wanted explanations regarding his trice-fragged spike, since if they hadn't fit together as well as they had, he wouldn't quite have this problem. But that would have to wait.
"I can't claim to have some conglomerate of undead busybodies whispering in my audials, but when you got all nervous on my yesterday about not being allowed to finish? I've had something tugging at me all day to show you that if nothing else... you don't have to worry about me leaving you high and dry." It felt clumsy. Not as elegant as he wanted the words to be, not as precise, not as sharp and supportive both... But given that he was tired and distracted, there was a reason for that.
"No matter what it is. I'd have waited, but I..." he paused, scowling behind the shield his arm made, resting his other arm over a thigh. "Couldn't. And if I'd told you I wanted to drive you multiple times to the brink and then bringing you over in the end, the impact would've been lost."
And, Megatron's dry, slightly amused tone said, he doubted Optimus would have agreed.
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Date: 2012-12-22 01:18 am (UTC)Not even bothering to lift his arm to look at Optimus as he was insulted, Megatron lifted his other hand instead and waved it dismissively in the air.
"Opinion duly noted. I'm going to... elaborate on my explanation, however. You can forgive me or not after that..." Megatron grunted and shifted slightly, grimacing under the cover of his arm at the feeling of charge skittering everywhere it could, his sensor-net brightly alive.
He still wanted explanations regarding his trice-fragged spike, since if they hadn't fit together as well as they had, he wouldn't quite have this problem. But that would have to wait.
"I can't claim to have some conglomerate of undead busybodies whispering in my audials, but when you got all nervous on my yesterday about not being allowed to finish? I've had something tugging at me all day to show you that if nothing else... you don't have to worry about me leaving you high and dry." It felt clumsy. Not as elegant as he wanted the words to be, not as precise, not as sharp and supportive both... But given that he was tired and distracted, there was a reason for that.
"No matter what it is. I'd have waited, but I..." he paused, scowling behind the shield his arm made, resting his other arm over a thigh. "Couldn't. And if I'd told you I wanted to drive you multiple times to the brink and then bringing you over in the end, the impact would've been lost."
And, Megatron's dry, slightly amused tone said, he doubted Optimus would have agreed.