Megatron doesn't care; he's able to tolerate outer space, though the lack of gravity and pressure don't do him any favours and it takes him a while to recover from long exposure.
"I have not," Megatron says, with the faint beginnings of a genuine smile, and opens the towel, not sure if there's something inside or what he is meant to do with it. It ought to occur to him that maybe he is meant to wipe the optical lubricants off his face, but the only other person who has ever seen him cry at any point during the past four million years is Ravage.
He doesn't really want to look away from Loki's face, from those bright green eyes that somehow manage to be purely glad of his survival, without judgement or reproach.
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Megatron doesn't care; he's able to tolerate outer space, though the lack of gravity and pressure don't do him any favours and it takes him a while to recover from long exposure.
"I have not," Megatron says, with the faint beginnings of a genuine smile, and opens the towel, not sure if there's something inside or what he is meant to do with it. It ought to occur to him that maybe he is meant to wipe the optical lubricants off his face, but the only other person who has ever seen him cry at any point during the past four million years is Ravage.
He doesn't really want to look away from Loki's face, from those bright green eyes that somehow manage to be purely glad of his survival, without judgement or reproach.