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It was late in the day when Bumblebee entered the room, he didn’t pause to stare at the sleeping Prime as he walked over to him as he had done countless times before.
He sat beside the sleeping Prime, feeling mildly apologetic that he would interfere with his rest but he supposed it was what it was.
He grabbed the Prime’s servo and layed it on his own midriff. A few moments later, a noise from his fuel tank made, a grinding noise from hunger.
“Hmmm, 10 more klicks,” Optimus mutters
“You already said that two cycles ago,” Bee claimed with a roll of his optics “Primus knows that Ratchet and I are glad you’re resting but you and I also need to eat”
The Prime put up minor protests against Bee as he pulled him up to his peds.
“Besides-“ Bee began “I wanna go somewhere nice.”
With a yawn and a stretch of his back strut, he agreed to Bumblebee’s request “I suppose we’ll make a day of it.”
The golden bot smiled, and with the bigger bot’s servo in his own, they headed out to fuel.