Though it was against his sire's rules, the young Praxian had used his thrusters to defy Earth law. What was the harm in it?! The dim light in the base seemed to present that no bot was here to see him returning at this time of night. Smokescreen's crouched and sneaking form entered the center of the main room, out in the open. Well, the Prime's son assumed everyone was recharging..

"Smokescreen," the voice low, and despite the dim lighting of the Main Room, Optimus' optics narrowed on the younger mech. "I did not receive a report as to where you had gone."

His tone was dangerously calm.

As his sire's voice reached his audio receptors, a surprised yelp left Smokescreen, his door wings falling low upon his back. Baby blue optics averted towards the Prime, frozen in place. "I was.. um.. not... street racing?" The youngling had no idea what to say, though he gave a nervous smile.

In any other instance, a long winded lecture with plenty of stern frowning would be in order, but seeings how he was the only one on watch this evening, he opted for simply watching the mech for a moment.

A low rumble left his engine as he closed the distance between them in a few earth-eating strides, and placed his servo gently on the other mech's shoulder… Then pulled him into a firm embrace.

"Have I not expressed my concern regarding this activity?" He murmured quietly into the white and blue helm, holding him close. Primus, what if he had been hurt… Or worse…