Angsty

Losing a bondmate to a Cybertronian was like losing one of your senses. When Prowl died, Jazz may have just as well been blind or deaf, for he felt just as lost without his presence. His spark kept seeking for its partnered energy, but it only reached out into an empty void. He was not himself because he had truly lost a part of himself. He felt isolated. It was impossible to concentrate when his mind and his spark alike would not let him rest. His very essence needed Prowl, but there was no way to replace that emotion. Though, it could be quenched for at least the slightest of moments...

Jazz was not selfish enough to think himself alone in his suffering. The very first night he spent without his mate, Bluestreak sought him out. Without the young mech's presence, Jazz surely would have collapsed into a wreck that he could not recover from. Bluestreak's silent understanding and his tight embrace meant the world. Jazz wasn't even sure Bluestreak knew how much that moment had meant to him - and Jazz could barely fathom how he could possibly express it either.

Bluestreak had been just as close to Jazz and Prowl alike. Prowl had tried to take the young mech under his wing without much success - or so he assumed. Prowl always found Bluestreak to be a bit too absentminded for his own good. His thoughts - much like his pattern of speech - always carried on and on to drift from the topic at hand. As result, Bluestreak was easily distracted in battle, and it showed more than once. Prowl was always discreetly concerned and never thought his lectures ever did Bluestreak much good, but Jazz knew better. He could see where Prowl had imprinted on the younger mech, and it was never clearer than it was now.

When Bluestreak came to Jazz, he spoke to him about Prowl. He spoke of what admiration he had held for the tactician, how much he had wanted his praise and approval though he knew he'd never achieve it. Jazz spoke reassuringly, revealing how much the young mech had lingered in Prowl's thoughts and how much silent affection he hid away.

In this way, comforting Bluestreak, Jazz comforted himself. Jazz could not talk about his loss of Prowl yet, and doubted he could for a long time - but to hear Bluestreak speak of the same sorrows Jazz himself felt soothed his spark. To know he wasn't alone, to feel that he could still be strong for Bluestreak... that would keep him going even through the darkest of times.

"Thank you for listening," said Bluestreak quietly, resting his head on Jazz's shoulder.

Jazz wrapped an arm around the young mech and held him close. Thank you for talking, he replied silently.