[Chromedome hugs back the best he could, considering that he's still holding the glass vase. The contact invokes a warm, deep sensation that spreads through his chest. A deep pang of guilt reminds him that he gets the same feeling when he's with Rewind.]
I'm sorry...
[His voice drops to a whisper and he presses his faceplate against Prowl's lips. A rash action. He will never be able to take it back. But the emotions that come from it are intoxicating in themselves. It'd be so easy to just lose himself in it...]
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I'm sorry...
[His voice drops to a whisper and he presses his faceplate against Prowl's lips. A rash action. He will never be able to take it back. But the emotions that come from it are intoxicating in themselves. It'd be so easy to just lose himself in it...]