::Megs- Megatron, Megs- are you doing okay? How are you feeling? You’re online, right? How’s your energon reserves?:: He hasn’t been worrying, not one bit. ::… Should I give you an update about the different bots that have been arriving on Cybertron?::

Ah, there’s one. His shoulders relax a tad.

::I am online, calm yourself. My reconstruction put me offline for longer than anticipated, but everything seems to be in its proper place now. Have there been many new arrivals?::

Megatron, Megs, how’re you feeling? Do you want to maybe- I don’t know- spar again? Or race? Spar while racing somehow?

So excitable.

I’m.. fine, for now. Have you been practicing driving? Because if not, there’s no possible way you’re going to best me.

::Megatron? I just want to let you know that you really mean a lot to me and I’m glad we’re friends and I hope I can see you again soon.::

How.. unprompted.

::You know where I am, you can and have regularly visited me unannounced.::

::What is wrong?::

Megs, Megs, Megs- how’re you doing? Can you watch me right now?

When Smokescreen comes in, Megatron backs away from Soundwave’s berth, letting go of his thin servo.

“I’m regaining strength, but I welcome distraction.”

Hey Megs, how’re you feeling today? You think we can practice transforming again today?

“Asking me to practice, taking the initiative. Very good. Go on.”

Megatron looks over at the wall for a moment, glaring. “I’m feeling trapped in here, but there isn’t any help for that.”

/Smokescreen’s coming by this time and is giving Megatron a long present, currently wrapped up in a box./ So I should transform again today, right?

“You should.” He carefully takes the box, confused as he unwraps it. “What is the meaning of this? It’s no occasion I can recall.”

Megatron? I think I’m ready to transform.

Megatron nods, taking a few moments to stand from his place on the berth. He walks over to the center of the medbay, the largest open space in the room.

“Alright, then. I’m watching.”

Megs? Is there anything I can do to help you out right now?

Megatron stares long and hard at him.

“Transform.”

Megatron- Megs, megs- can I whisper something to you? I found out something, but I don’t want word to get out.

Megatron tilts his helm, considering Smokescreen and his rider, who gets a smile as well. He leans over from his place, seated on the edge of Soundwave’s berth. “Really. Go on.”

Megs? Is everything okay? I grabbed some documents from your place- and I’ve got some comics for you! How’re you feeling? Is Soundwave okay?

“Comics?” Megatron is sitting down again but he motions for Smokescreen to stop for a moment, gesturing over to Soundwave. He’s a dull version of his usual navy away, chest plating rising and falling to aid in ventilation. Laserbeak isn’t docked, but is perched atop his chest, flaring his wings in aggression.

“Careful, it’s the first time he’s been allowed in here since the transplant. He’s feeling rather protective.”