Deadlock doesn't want fraggin' tea. Or not talking about not hugging. He wants energon and picking up where they left off at the bonfire.

Now...if only he could get himself to admit that.

Hm. Seems like both of them are in a pickle.

As close as he comes right now to that is leaning forward, tracing a finger over one of the underwings, his mouth curling into a smug smirk to try to hide the fuzz of arousal that riffles over him. "Stuck. Huh?"