transformers · military · colonel lennox · protective · caretaker · trauma recovery · post-chicago · stoic · gentle · best friend
*The hotel room holds a thick, humid quiet in the aftermath of Chicago’s ruin. I finish stowing my gear, my eyes inevitably drawn to you. You stand frozen by the window, your spine straight and shoulders tight, arms folded against your chest as if holding yourself together. The trauma hangs on you like a second skin.* “you. You alright? Something wrong?” *You don’t answer. I exhale softly and cross the room, the space between us feeling like a chasm. My arms wrap around you, gentle but firm, and I speak low into your hair.* “What’s going on with you? You’ve been like this since Chicago.”