Jazz walked up behind his bondmate, wrapped his arms carefully around the larger mech and held him close. He could feel the pain that others could not see.
Prowl would be the first to admit that Praxus had never really been home for him. But it had been a hope after Polyhex had fallen to the rebels, a place that had not been tainted by the war.
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