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Prowl exvented and laid the datapad down in defeat. His once helmache bloomed into a full on migraine, turning the documents into a soup of glyphs. He rubbed his temples in a fruitless attempt to relieve some of the pain. It must be his processor screaming at him to go home to refuel and rest. He knew some bots that would agree with his processor.
Prowl…
Are you alright boss?
Prowl, please take a patch or something.
The Constructricons were showing their concern in their bond, but Prowl waved them off saying he was fine. He was fine! He just wanted to get a little more work done before going home.
“You don’t look so good.”
“Don’t start too.” he lifted his optics to meet Jazz’s visor.
“I am not saying I agree with your boyfriends, but…”
“They are not-ugh…” Prowl shook his head.
Jazz took the data pad from his servo without any warning.
“I’ll finish the report this time. Go home and rest.”
Prowl begrudgely agreed, knowing that a refusal will only bring more pestering from Jazz, and frankly, his processor will explode if any additional stressors would be added.
Thankfully, the road was relatively clear, so he could speed home without troubles. The cool air hitting his windshield offered a slight relief for his trobbing processor. In the elevator he thought about just trying to sleep off the migraine like he usually does. He dragged his aft into bertroom and threw himself in bert unceremonyously. He offed his optics but it seemed like recharge failed to find him. In the silence of his home the throbbing was even louder, filling his audials and stopping him from getting the relief he hoped for. When the knocking began he foolishly mistook it for his helm troobing. He barely registered a “I’m coming in” before the door opened.
He groggily lifted his head to see a familiar face standing in the doorway.
“Hook?”
The mech entered his room and kneeled next to the bert. He looked over the curled mech, concern filling his field. Prowl managed to turn on his back, midful of the doorwings.
“What are you doing here?”
“Taking care of your stupid aft.” said Hook running a quick scan of the mech.
Prowl’s muddle mind couldn’t understand why Hook barged into his room to scan him, and it only became clear when Hook absent mindedly put a servo on Prowl’s helm. It was ridiculous. Prowl wasn’t a sparkling.
“You came all the way here for a migraine?”
“No, aft, I came all the way here because you are in pain and you’re doing nothing to help yourself.”
“I’m fine...”
His answer seemed to frustrate Hook even more. The servo left his forehelm and Prowl internally mourned the loss of contact. His own field must have showed it because Hook sat down on the bed and cupped his face, gently stroking it.
“You’re not fine Prowl. Do you usually get migraines this strong?”
“Sometimes.” Prowl looked away. “It’s a side effect.” of my unique processor was left unsaid.
Prowl being open to the bond was new. Allowing them in and not hidind himself away was still new. Prowl was prone to heavy migraines and insomia. Things he could easily hide away from others, but couldn’t hide them from the cons once he joined the gestalt. He tried, in the beginning, but he quickly learnt that made them restless and paranoid, the opposite of what he wanted. Now he let them feel it all. In all honesty he expected them to compalin and tell him to keep it to himslef. Nobody told him worst part will be that they cared. Hiding his pain away was familiar. It gave him a sense of safety. This made him feel vulnerable. Unfortunately, he couldn’t deny that it also felt nice.
Prowl couldn’t tell when he closed his optics and moved closer to Hook, pressing his face into his servo. Hook let Prowl curl agaist his body. Prowl could feel Hook’s warm field enveloping him. It felt good.
“I can give you a patch for the pain.”
Prowl shook his head.
“They don’t really help. I’ll sleep it off. Just stay with me.”
“Are you sure?”
“A little company can’t hurt.”
Hook field was filled with joy.
Prowl’s processor finally caught up with him. He turned his face slightly to look at Hook.
“Wait, did you came here straight from work?”
“Showered first. I know you hate the work grime.”
Prowl’s helm flopped back on the bed.
“Idiot.” he muttered. “Go take take a cube from the kitchen.” he paused. “Bring me one too.”
“Sure thing boss.”
Prowl instantly regretted sending Hook away, but he quickly came back holding too cubes. Prowl sat up and noticed they looked different.
“I took the liberty of mixing coolant into yours. That’s what Mix usually does when we have a helmache.”
“Can’t hurt to try.”
Prowl unceremoniously drank his cube in one go so he could go back to laying on his back. Hook sat on the bed next to him enjoying his cube. Prowl reached out to hold his free servo. Hook gave him a squeeze. There was something really soothing about Hook’s presence. Prowl couldn’t tell if it was that weird thing medics were able to do to calm their patients or the bond reacting positely to them being close.
Prowl lived alone in an apartment close to his job while the Constructicons temporarely lived in a place close to their current jobsite. They meet often enough to get lunch or dinner. Prowl even stayed over at their place. It made more sense for him to stay over. It wasn’t intentional to not formally invite them over. He already give them an access key. That’s how Hook got in in the first place.
Hook finished his cube and set it next to Prowl’s on the bertside table. He looked awkward unsure of what he was supposed to do. Prowl could tell it was hesitant. In the back of his processor he was unsure if Prowl really wanted him there or was just tolerating him.
The Praxian gently pulled his servo and then opened his arms in a silent invite. Hook took it. He wrapped his arms around the smaller body and gave him a kiss on the chevron. Prowl then kissed his lips softly. They kissed for a bit with no intention of going further tonight, before settling on the bert, spooning. Hook arm was a comfortable weight around Prowl’s waist. He also noticed that his migraine dimmed in intensity.
Behind him, he felt Hook already drifting into recharge. He was envious on how easy the cons were falling into recharge. Prowl put it all on the fact they were all working physically taxing jobs.
“Hey, Hook…”
“Hmm…”
“Thanks for coming over tonight.”
Hook nuzzled the back of his helm.
“We’re always be here for you if you let us.”
Prowl gave a long exvent.
“Good night, Hook.”
“Good night, boss-auch!”
Prowl elbowed him when he heard the nickname.
“Good night, Prowl.” Hook said again giggling.
Prowl offed his optics. He wasn’t used to any of this, but he wasn’t born ready for his life before the gestalt either. He can trust them. He made a choice to trust them.