Allow me to discuss the happenings on base and I will contact you with a proposed day.
So be it. Until then, Prime.
Is there a date that suits you?
I will be present the remainder of this earth week.
Then we will watch the sunset and await your arrival, Commander.
If you insist.
Then where we last met. I will come alone.
… I will keep that in mind. What is an agreeable duration of stay?
…That will do.
Dawn to dusk. Any later, and I’ll arrive to retrieve him myself.
… Perhaps to keep tensions as eased as possible, would you agree to bridging Zenith to our outpost? I am under the assumption you are still in possession of our coordinates.
I’d be a sorry Commander if I didn’t. A more neutral location will be necessary, as he will not be unaccompanied. As much as I trust you and your Autobot’s ability to keep track of the youths in your care, this child is capable of flight. Even within a building, it allows him to get into some rather… unreachable places.
Sometimes I wonder myself.
At the very least, he probably believes so.
Orion has already informed me of this, and what it entitles. I need first to speak with The Prime in regards to specifics, and am waiting upon his response.
((He may have to settle with being on speaking terms with only him. Bah, the twists life brings.))
Regardless, you can almost certainly count on meeting your peers. I highly doubt Prime or his mate will forbid it.
«We have nothing to say to each other.»
Then allow me to borrow another human phrase:
I’m getting rather tired of it, to. Whatever happened to that pleasant, dry witted medic I was so fond of not so long ago? Of course we have gone our own ways, but the vendetta between Prime and I was settled some time ago. Begrudgingly and with a few well thrown hits, but I’ve little interest in any legitimate feud. We’re all far too busy for that.
What I would like, however, is a little effort on your part when I try to make you laugh.