The non-answer makes her swear again, words muffled as she curls down between Optimus' hand and side, forehead bowed against metal.
It takes a long moment for her to process. All the times she'd imagined what it might be like to see everyone again, to find out what she'd missed...
Well. Mikaela had kind of hoped dealing with gossip about Sam's new girlfriend would be the worst of it.
Eventually, she snorts against blue paint.
"Ha, too late for that one."
She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, roughly enough to leave her skin red.
"Been too late since I was seventeen, Optimus."
Despite the words, she gives the giant hand holding her as much of a squeeze as she can. Then Mikaela pulls back to climb back up Optimus' torso as steadily as she can manage.
"Like I said before, I didn't leave because I wanted to. If that hadn't of happened, I'd like to think I'd have been around until now."
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It takes a long moment for her to process. All the times she'd imagined what it might be like to see everyone again, to find out what she'd missed...
Well. Mikaela had kind of hoped dealing with gossip about Sam's new girlfriend would be the worst of it.
Eventually, she snorts against blue paint.
"Ha, too late for that one."
She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, roughly enough to leave her skin red.
"Been too late since I was seventeen, Optimus."
Despite the words, she gives the giant hand holding her as much of a squeeze as she can. Then Mikaela pulls back to climb back up Optimus' torso as steadily as she can manage.
"Like I said before, I didn't leave because I wanted to. If that hadn't of happened, I'd like to think I'd have been around until now."
A pause, hand freezing in midair.
"...Unless you got any more bombs to drop on me?"