electrowhipit | o23 ★ THANKSGIVING? NO THANKS.

[ November is drawing to a close, and your local Autobot is in a grim mood. He's been keeping himself busy as a distraction, but it's not doing much to help.

Even so, he can be found doing one of three things:

A. Doing yardwork! He can be found in the front yard at 1249 Williams Road, raking leaves, tending to the garden. You might even catch him dragging a trashcan to the curb, the contents of which smell a bit like Thanksgiving dinner.

B. He seems to have tired of yardwork, and is trying to use electromagnetism on the rake and other various gardening tools- spade and what have you. He floats the tool up in the air and tosses it across the yard, trying to get it to land in a pile of leaves. His aim is improving, but sometimes he misses really, really badly- especially with the rake because it's more wood than metal. You might want to watch your head.

C. Going for a walk. Headed particularly towards Cunningham Lane, but he's taking his time about it. He's also deep in thought, so he's not exactly looking where he's going. ]

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I'm not going anywhere!

Yes, you will. If I can't... fix this, you'll leave me.

You're not going to fix it by going to the post office. Having a spark won't make it magically better.

... It would make me stop...

[Except it won't. Not by itself. He trails off, letting his gaze fall to the ground.]

It was the best idea I had.

[ Just. Pulls him into a hug. ]

We both have a lot of work to do.

[He stiffens for a moment, before letting himself give in to that and... well. Clinging.]

I do... you don't. I'm... so sorry.

[ clings back ] I do so.

[Just... buries his face in your shoulder.]

I don't think you do.

I shouldn't expect you to know what I'm thinking, but I did. That's not fair to you.

... How is anything I did far to you?

... I'm saying we're both at fault here, Sideswipe.

... Ah.

I'm... still sorry.

... So am I.

[Just going to cling now, thanks.]

[ Clings back for a moment ] Can we head inside? We have things we need to talk about.

[He nods, and starts to head back in - although he's trying to keep in physical contact with Jolt, if possible.]

[ ... screw it. He'll just grasp your hand ]

[He has no problem with that... and he'll lead you inside. Somewhere relatively private.]

[ Follows! ]

[Leads him into...! The bedroom. Of all places. No one really goes in there, at least.]

[ He sits on the edge of the bed, and gives your hand a tug, motioning for him to sit down too ] You remember when I said that we need to take each others' feelings into account?