For a long moment, Megatron's hand hangs in the air, and he becomes concerned he's over-steppe, become too familiar. Has he in fact just made things worse?
But then Magnus' hand closes around his, and the handshake is returned, and Megatron-after months of not even realizing he's been doing it-untenses. A corner has just been turned. The compliment is polite, formal, professional; and yet Ultra Magnus does not waste words carelessly. Everything he says is done so with carefully considered precision. And he does not speak falsely. Therefore, what he is saying is 100% true...and that there will be future missions the two of them will be going on.
Megatron smiles, satisfied. "So do I, my friend. So do I." The handshake is held a moment longer, before finally it's dropped. "Anyway, we're losing daylight. Shall we press on?"
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But then Magnus' hand closes around his, and the handshake is returned, and Megatron-after months of not even realizing he's been doing it-untenses. A corner has just been turned. The compliment is polite, formal, professional; and yet Ultra Magnus does not waste words carelessly. Everything he says is done so with carefully considered precision. And he does not speak falsely. Therefore, what he is saying is 100% true...and that there will be future missions the two of them will be going on.
Megatron smiles, satisfied. "So do I, my friend. So do I." The handshake is held a moment longer, before finally it's dropped. "Anyway, we're losing daylight. Shall we press on?"