Bluestreak head the stomping of pedes and the door of the unit open, and close. He slowly peeked out of his room, allowing his sad optics to scan the room. Items were spread across the room, everything that wasn't bolted in place was thrown around. His optics landed on his Sire, Prowl.
Prowl was sitting at the table, his helm in his servos, and doorwings against his back.
"Did Jazz leave?"
Prowl glanced up at Bluestreak. "Yes."
"Are you two breaking up?"
Prowl bit his bottom lip. "I don't know. We aren't bonded, so it's possible."
Bluestreak felt his bottom lip quiver. "Is Jazz going to leave us like Carrier did?"
Prowl shook his helm. "I… don't know, Blue."
"I don't want Jazz to leave!" Bluestreak's optics started tearing up as his doorwings slowly fell.
"I know." Prowl stood up, walking over to Bluestreak. "I know, but I want Jazz to be happy, and if that means leaving us, then we have to let him."
"I don't want to!" Bluestreak's tears went over the edge of his optics, quickly sliding down his face.
"I don't either, but…"
Bluestreak glanced up at Prowl, his own tears running down his face. "But what?"
"But it's what he wants. He doesn't want to be here with us, so who are we to stop him. I'm sorry Bluestreak." Prowl wiped his optics. "This is my fault. If I was easier to get along with then… Then he might still be here."
Bluestreak sobbed as he hugged Prowl, not caring that he might scratch his Sire's paint. Prowl silently hugged the youngling back. "Everything will be fine, Bluestreak. We'll be okay."