Camp Out
"Lennox? What is the matter?" Ironhide asked, looking at his charge's long face and red eyes, quickly identifying it as a show of sadness in the human species. Their bodies were so complex, these humans, that every little thing seemed to have an effect.
"Sarah. She got mad at me because I have another assignment. Damnit, I can't help it if I'm a soldier! It's in my blood and my mind now," William Lennox answered, staring up at the sky. "You understand, don't you? Being a soldier is... Everything," the human looked uncertain, staring at the sky. "Still, I was wondering if you would mind me sleeping in here for tonight; Sarah kicked me out."
Ironhide shifted into his less conspicuous vehicle mode, opening a door silently. The grateful Will slipped in, curling up on the seats. Ironhide turned on the heating and was greeted with a grunt of thanks.
"For all it is worth, Willam Lennox, I do understand," Ironhide rumbled in the dark. Will took awhile to answer, staring into space.
"Yeah, Ironhide?"
"Yeah."