“What is this?”
Starscream didn’t have words for the… contraption that had been assembled in his main room. There were ropes and swaths of fabric, and he swore he saw pieces of his futon, his chair, and his couch, along with his berth cover? And pillows. More pillows than he was sure he owned.
“It’s a pillow fort!” Wheeljack said with a grand gesture. His vocal indicators lit up excitedly.
Starscream stared at him. His mouth formed words, but the only one which managed to emerge was, “Why?”
Wheeljack dropped his arms. “Ya said you were havin’ trouble recharging.”
“I did.” Starscream folded his arms over his cockpit. “And so the logical solution was to construct an abomination in the middle of the room?”
Wheeljack chuckled. Starscream swore he was immune to vitriol or something. “Yes. Because I figured, the reason ya can’t recharge is because ya can’t feel safe. And what’s safer than a fort?”
“One made of pillows.”
“Well…” Wheeljack scratched at his battle mask. “It should be comfortable if you’re going to sleep in it.”
Starscream cycled a ventilation. He gave Wheeljack a long look before he approached the so-called fort. He peered into the dim, and found the interior looked like a fluffy monstrosity of comfort. The walls were not so close that he’d feel trapped, but not so far that he’d feel exposed. A soft glow emanated from somewhere, like those of emergency lights.
“You did this… for me?” Starscream asked.
“Yep.” Wheeljack swept the curtain over the entrance back even further. “It’s all yours.”
“Well, there’s room for two, but I didn’t know who you’d wanna invite inside.” Wheeljack shrugged.
Starscream, despite himself, was touched. “I… thank you,” he said, and the words sounded so odd to him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually said them. He paused. “Well, if there’s room for two, you could always join me. Perfectly platonically, of course.” Was it strange he’d actually feel safe around Wheeljack?
Yes. Yes, it was.
“After all,” Starscream rushed to say, “you did go through all the effort of building it.”
“Really?” Wheeljack’s optics brightened, his little winglets wriggling with something akin to childish glee. “I have to admit, I was a little jealous. This is a darn fine construction if I do say so myself. But! You first. Since it’s meant for you.”
Starscream stared at him.
That was really cute.
Starscream dove into the fort and told himself it wasn’t so Wheeljack wouldn’t see the realization that dawned on his face.