Ratchet doesn't seem particularly intent on finding anything to do just now besides sitting right where he is, his shoulder pressed to York's. It's strange, this desire for physical touch--not that he hated it as a Cybertronian or anything, but he was so used to pushing the impulse to permit himself to be comforted away he barely even noticed it anymore. It's different, York's skin against his. Just having it there uncoils something in his neck and shoulders, distracts him from every other unfamiliar sensation to focus on this one, York's fingers shifting gently between his, drawing a shiver down his back.
"I can't just practice on you? I'd feel a little bad using him as a lab animal."
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Ratchet doesn't seem particularly intent on finding anything to do just now besides sitting right where he is, his shoulder pressed to York's. It's strange, this desire for physical touch--not that he hated it as a Cybertronian or anything, but he was so used to pushing the impulse to permit himself to be comforted away he barely even noticed it anymore. It's different, York's skin against his. Just having it there uncoils something in his neck and shoulders, distracts him from every other unfamiliar sensation to focus on this one, York's fingers shifting gently between his, drawing a shiver down his back.
"I can't just practice on you? I'd feel a little bad using him as a lab animal."