I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen Preceptor leave the Lost Light…
Except for when they went to Luna 1…
“What’s this?” Perceptor asked unfurling the gift Ratchet had hastily packaged. A matching hat and scarf rolled out: Teal and Orange.
“Brainstorm picked the colours,” Ratchet enlightened. He took one end of the scarf and looped it over Perceptor’s head. It settled snuggly around Perceptor’s neck, “I made it myself.”
“Oh…” Preceptor cautiously squeezed the soft stitches. It was a very thick wool and he could feel his neck starting to perspire beneath the weave. Despite this being his space, his laboratory, Perceptor was unused to sharing the room, “This is…unexpected,”
“Or generous or kind,” Ratchet supplemented the thanks he expected.
“What prompted this?” Perceptor continued to fiddle with the new garment, threading the weave between his fingers. The colour choice clashed with his paint job.
“Thought you’d need it where you’re going. Luna 1 hasn’t got a Sun.”
“What?” Perceptor’s voice wobbled. “I, I can’t go there. Brainstorm already said he’d bring me back samples… my place is here.” Perceptor turned his back to Ratchet and clutched at his tools on the work bench.
“Come on, Perceptor.” Ratchet laid a steady hand on Perceptor’s shoulder, “You’re not as soft as you let yourself thing. You can do this.”