cybertronianspartacus:

thewakeofdevastationx:

cybertronianspartacus:

thewakeofdevastationx:

cybertronianspartacus:

-Staring at himself in the mirror in his quarters. He takes off his shirt, looking over himself. He runs a finger over one of his plainly visible ribs-

/walks by/

-Turns his head, hearing her outside his quarters. He puts his shirt on, opening his door and looking at her-

/stops walking and looks at him/

Yes, sir?

-He says nothing to her, only turning around to pick up his medical bag. He swings it over his shoulder as he exits his quarters, heading to the infirmary-

….? /raises an eyebrow before following him/

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