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It's been a few hours, a long few hours. Blades hasn't done much unpacking, just staring. He moved a bit, from standing in the doorway, to setting up on a chair in the middle of the room. Now he just sits, staring at nothing, his optics just locked to look forward. His stuff still sat in box's, his mind still drowning in sorrow.
Time seemed different on Cybertron, the days were longer and it seemed as if time moved slower. They didn't use units such as hours or minutes, as they were too short of a length of time to truly mean much to them, but those from earth still used them out of habit. Things were slower, took longer, lived longer, lasted longer. And Blades sat there, sitting in his bottle of grief, for a long time.
He was staring, not fully paying attention to the world around, when he was shot back to the present by a sound that echoed throughout the apartment. It took a minute for Blades to fully hear it, and then to fully recognize it.
The doorbell. His door bell was going off. Someone was ringing his doorbell.
He debated ignoring it, wishing to just continue sitting in his sorrow. But it kept going, kept ringing. And eventually, Blades dragged himself to see what it was, who it was. There was a viewport to see outside the door, but Blades ignored it for the time being. Instead, he just pulled open the door, not caring enough to put in the effort to keep it cracked.
The sight in front of him shocked him, causing the words queuing up in his voice box to cut away. He forced himself to take a step, staring wide eyed at the image in front of him. There stood Chase, with a few boxes around himself and one within his servos. His face still has his neutral look.
Blades’ words were soft and cracked, quiet and rough, with confusion being the most evident. "What- what are you doing here- back here?"
"Moving in." Chase's speech was clear, a complete contract to not only Blade's voice, but his emotions as well.
"Wa- What?"
"I am moving into this apartment with you. I am not leaving a friend by themself." Chase stated clear as can be. But yet, Blades could barely comprehend the words, let alone their meaning.
"You are...moving in?" Blades’ asked. Confusion and surprise flooded his words, and maybe there was a bit of hope behind it.
"Yes. I already set up the paperwork." Chase took a step into the room, causing Blades to take a step to the side. Just a singular step, as Blades’ optics were still locked onto Chase's face.
Chase walked into the room, and set the box in his hands down on the tiny couch. He then turned back to Blades, who still hasn't moved. That caused Chase to pause for a moment.
"I know my decision is… sudden. But earlier, you stated that you would like to have a roommate so you would not be alone on this planet." Chase took a step or two towards Blades, closing the distance between them, just slightly. "I decided to become said roommate. This way, you will not be alone in this apartment, you will still have a friend with you, and I will not abandon one of my closest friends by themselves."
Blades was stuck in awe at the mech in front of him, his spark was overwhelmed with emotion. Joy, amazement, gratitude, a little bit of hope, but mostly, relief.
Blades’ arms reached out, and Chase pulled him into a hug. Blades collapsed into it. He held onto Chase tight, his servos digging into Chase’s plating. He didn't want to let go, slightly scared he would leave but mostly because he was just so happy he was staying.
They stayed there for a while, just holding each other. Chase reassured Blades he was staying, that no, he was not going to regret leaving earth, that Blades will not have to restart alone. Eventually, they started to walk away from where they stood, only to trip over one of the many boxes littering the floor.
“Oh yeah, we should probably start to unpack some.” Blade’s voice was rough from emotion. Chase just nodded in agreement.
They started to slowly unpack, both still tired from both the work and emotions happening earlier in the day. They didn't expect to get far, just enough so they could walk, and rest. As they were working, Blades started to ask a few questions. “Are you sure you want to stay? Cybertron is a lot different.”
“I always think through my choices. I am sure.”
Blades smiled at Chase “Thanks for staying with me.”
Chase smiled back. “You do not have to thank me, you are my friend.”
They continued to unpack a few of the boxes. Blades didn't do much organizing, more of just moving the box of kitchen supplies to the kitchen and out of the hallway.
“Are you going to miss Earth?” Blades didn't even realize he spoke till after the words were already in the air.
Chase paused for a moment, not really thinking over his response, but looking back at his past instead, “Of course I will miss it. I will miss Earth, I will miss the Burns, I will miss Griffin Rock, and I will most certainly miss our squad of Rescue Bots…” The longer Chase spoke, the quieter his voice got.
Blade walked over to Chase, standing just off to the side. “I know, so will I…” Blades will, he knows he will. He already does miss them. The sadness and fear of leaving what they knew and loved, abandoning everything they built in the past years, leaving the people they cared for. He knew Chase felt the same; the unease at where they were, a planet they barely knew, and the anxiety over what they will do next. They will need to build a new life, yet he didn't really know how to do that. And that scared him more.
The fact that this was all rushed did not help ease his worry.
“Are you scared of having to build a new life from scratch?” Blades only glanced in Chase’s direction when he spoke, most of his attention was forced onto the box within his arms.
“I am terrified…” Chase said immediately. “But we will get through it. We do not have much of a choice to do otherwise.”
“Yeah, you are right.” As much as the future scared him, he was relieved someone else shared his fears. He was not alone, he wouldn't be doing this alone. Neither of them would be. They had each other. Even if they are on a planet in which they barely knew, with mechs whose lives were changed by lifetimes of events they were not there to experience, with everything they once knew having been ripped from them horribly. But maybe, just maybe, with each other, they could build a life they could enjoy on this new planet, and maybe this restart won't completely suck forever.