[The turtle grasps at his side for a tail that isn't there, hands wringing in frustration once he realizes what he's doing. He tucks them under his armpits as he folds his arms tightly in front of him.]
...
[Right, that therapist. He hadn't really thought about that.
Rung's next statement clearly startles him, his head jerking up as he looks at the Cybertronian, wide-eyed.]
Wh-
[Too late for that, isn't it? He can almost feel that sting on his face again, a broken laugh escaping his lips before he presses them into a tight line.]
no subject
...
[Right, that therapist. He hadn't really thought about that.
Rung's next statement clearly startles him, his head jerking up as he looks at the Cybertronian, wide-eyed.]
Wh-
[Too late for that, isn't it? He can almost feel that sting on his face again, a broken laugh escaping his lips before he presses them into a tight line.]