Ratchet slowly powered online and groaned softly. He sat up carefully and adjusted his optic vision, rubbing the side of his helm. Looking beside him he saw the figure of a mech who slept covered up in sheets. Then suddenly Ratchet’s faceplate flushed a slight pink at the realization, he had just fragged Pharma.
He snorted to himself at the amusement and how unlikely it seemed, yet here they were. Having fallen asleep beside Pharma after a very heated night.