First Aid can only giggle at Brainstorm’s cheeriness. It’s good to know that someone is excited - because he knows how Eject is upset over the new developments with their frame size, and so is he. It’s nice to have someone who doesn’t mind!
The new minibot rests against Eject comfortably, looking up at Brainstorm. He’s tempted to invite the scientist down, but… the medic assumes that Brainstorm doesn’t have social anxiety and doesn’t really want to cuddle on the medbay floor. Oh well. It’s just that some mechs find it weird.
"I’m glad to know I have a ride if I wanna go anywhere, thanks guys." First Aid chuckles, groping for and finding one of Eject’s arms, dragging it over his middle in a half-hug, making himself cozy. Carefully, he lets his EM field pulse against Eject’s soothingly, nearly melding the frequencies - both to soothe Eject and himself.
"Can you? I think I annoyed him with how much I let him know what’s going on," he explains, and finally makes up his mind by reaching out a hand to Brainstorm, gesturing for him to sit with them. He’s comfortable enough with him, now, and doesn’t want him to feel left out.
"Oh. Well, uh, it’s just that since I’m so much taller and visit the medbay occasionally anyway, I might as well help you out. Right?" Brainstorm hopes that that explanation is enough to deflect the other two from his new-found fascination with the First Aid’s alt. Normally he wouldn’t mind if people thought it was weird, but since the mechs in question were his friend and such a kind, skilled medic…
Then First Aid reaches out to him, asking for him to sit beside them and, well, Brainstorm finds that he can’t resist the happy and welcoming look on the smaller Autobot’s face. First Aid’s new form being kind of adorable helped a lot too.
Primus, when did I get to be so soft-sparked?
The scientist slowly descends and sits cross-legged to one side of Eject, patting his friend’s shoulder plating as he gets comfortable. He gently pats First Aid’s head as well, almost reflexively.
"Yeah, it’s better to keep it short and sweet with Rodimus. I’ve reported to him before and he’s not one for “wordy" explanations." There’s a bit of bitterness in Brainstorm’s voice. It’s clear that while he’s fine with Rodimus’ authority over the ship, the captain still hasn’t endeared himself to Brainstorm. Especially not after Rodimus dismissed his scientific explanation of why the Lost Light crashed after its launch.
Eject responds with a soothing pulse in kind. He’s a little startled by the robust frequencies of his EM field, at how it seems to envelop and swallow First Aid’s now much-weaker signature. He adjusts, though, striving for harmony rather than dominance. He shifts his grip, pulling the little medic gently against him, and doesn’t bother to hide his delight when Brainstorm joins them. The two mechs he’s with now are his closest remaining friends, and even though all three of them sitting on the floor is bound to look silly to any passers-by, Eject finds it comfortable and very cozy.
He scoots a little closer to Brainstorm after the pat, bringing them into one nice, snug group. He doesn’t fit as neatly into the curve of Brainstorm’s waist as he would if he were his normal size, but the jet is still surprisingly comfortable to lean on. Chuckling, he responds, “Sure thing. I’ll let him know pronto.” He pauses, cocking his head to one side, and is silent for a few moments. “Looks like Rewind noticed, too. I’ll go talk to him about it in a bit. That’s going to be interesting,” he finishes dryly.
For the first time, Eject allows his frame to sag a bit, giving a resigned sigh. “I wonder how long it’s going to last…” He’s quiet for a moment, his expression tense and difficult to read. “Hopefully not very. For your sake, First.” He nudges the little mech in his lap. “But hey, at least it’s not Sharkticons.” A pause. “Again.”