Random stares at him for another few moments before he growls softly himself.

It was what he wanted. Maybe it was the way it was said, but that really didn't help settle the question. Yes, Random knew the answer. Wasn't it what Hot Shot had been telling him over and over and over again--and why wouldn't it be true? Primus said it, didn't he?

So, why wasn't it enough?

He looks over at Hot Shot again.

And, he couldn't just sit here. Moping. He raises himself to his feet and starts off down the hall. He makes it to the corner before he stops.

He couldn't think about Sneaker anymore. He was dead. He was gone. Whether he actually abandoned him or not, he doubted the mech really wanted Random to dwell on Sneaker either. Random needed to think about Kia. That's who Primus put in his care for now at least, and he was gonna at least try to take care of the femme who's found a place in his spark.