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Scrambling. There was great deal of scrambling. He'd turn once, looking at all that surrounded him, eyes darting, looking at all the objects again. He'd go to pick up one item, no it wasn't the right one. Then set it down again. He turned twice now, frantic hands going over what had been gone over 10 times already. Why couldn't he find it.
Wings perking, quiet muttering , stuttering, stopping as the seeker looked but found nothing. Again.
Looking at him made Predaking feel stressed out, he couldn't imagine how Starscream felt. It appeared he felt this often, as this display seemed almost ritual now occurring daily.
Before he could move, there was a clinking sound then a crash of delicate glass on hard floor.
"Ugh!"
Grumbling followed as the seeker picked up the pieces of glass, he straightened to put the glass on the worktable as Predaking drew near, and reached to the table and almost magically plucked the offending object that had eluded the commander for so long off the surface.
" How did I not see that!!" Came the shrill thank you as it was snatched from his hand " It was right in front of my -"
A large hand on his shoulder. Unfamiliar in a sense that it was so familiar with the seekers sense of being. He stiffened slightly under its weight. It was a nice weight, warm and comforting to him ,even as his mind still felt jumbled and jittered, with his head feeling oddly full and disoriented.
A deep swelling was suddenly felt in his throat, as he realized how grateful he was to have someone to physically just, stop him, from time to time. Who knew without words when to reach out and calm him ,even for a moment.
Then the swelling feeling was immediately severed, and its corpse disposed of. There was work to do. Now wasn't the time for sappiness.
The hand left his shoulder, and Starscream awkwardly muttered a small sound that may have been a thank you and then trundled off, in a most unseeker-like fashion.
The predacon gave a small nod to the flier as it hurried down the hall, and then turned to the mess on the table and began sorting it out. Maybe it would be less stressful then.