[Prowl opens his eyes again after finding himself kissing Chromedome's mask. The contact sends deep pangs of comfort that no amount of completed work could ever hope to match. He shifts a little lower and buries his face in his partner's neck, simply enjoying the sounds of their bodies in the quiet hallway.]
[He closes his eyes tightly, afraid he might leak light if he opens them again. He was tired of all this. Of the needles. Of needing to be guarded against the only person he'd ever gotten close to.]
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[He closes his eyes tightly, afraid he might leak light if he opens them again. He was tired of all this. Of the needles. Of needing to be guarded against the only person he'd ever gotten close to.]
[Prowl wanted things to return to normal.]