Room 501, Latish Friday Night

[carsexual]

It was fairly late at night, but Sam was wide awake.

Nightmares about giant crazy evil robots trying to kill you and/or your world would do that to a guy. Hence the pacing and muttering and general not-sleeping. He could call Mikaela? No, Mikaela was asleep and would swear at him.

This sucked.

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[carsexual]

"No, no, I mean, that's up to you, it's your...engine. I. How much of the internet did you look at, again?"

[lil-yellow.livejournal.com]

"A bit. Why?"

[carsexual]

Sam turned pink. "No reason."

[lil-yellow.livejournal.com]

"If you're sure," he prodded, slightly bemused by the slight change in heat signature. "You are my priority, Sam; I don't want to upset you."

[carsexual]

"I'm not upset," Sam said. He was worried that someone might have taken advantage of his car. "Why would you think I'm upset? I'm not upset."

One day, he would realize this was a great big tell. This was not that day. Tomorrow wasn't looking real good either.

[lil-yellow.livejournal.com]

Bumblebee's optics dimmed, not entirely certain he knew what was wrong.

"You can talk to me, you can set your secrets free, baby," he finally offered, slightly muted.