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“So, how are you doing on this fine day, Goldbug?”
Goldbug stared at the con.
“Is that a serious question?”
“Well, yeah.”
Breakdown stammered.
“Well I'm doing just shitty, as always. Thanks for asking.”
“Of course.”
Breakdown leaned his helm on Goldbug's shoulder.
“But is there anything I can do to make it less shitty?”
The Autobot rolled his optics.
“You're trying too hard.”
Breakdown looked at him with fake hurt in his optics.
“Whaaaat? It was a serious question.”
“What about you? Let's talk about you instead. How are you on this shitty day, Breakdown?”
Goldbug looked at him and waited for his answer.
“Well I'm doing just fine for a shitty day.”
Goldbug crossed his arms over his chassis.
“Be honest.”
“I am!”
“Really? How do you feel about working with the fleshies?”
Breakdown hesitated.
“Welll…I don’t love it. They kind of creep me out.”
“Then kill them.”
“Bug. I'm not just going to kill them just because I dislike them.”
Goldbug shrugged his shoulders.
“It's what I would do.”
“I'm not you. And you didn't answer my question!”
“What was it again?”
“What can I do to make your day less shitty?”
Breakdown repeated.
Goldbug went silent for a moment, debating on what to say.
“Just…be here.”
“Be here with you?”
“Yeah.”
Breakdown smiled, giving Goldbug a kiss on the cheek.
“Your wish is my command.”