T is for Turbulence
This relationship, Starscream thinks as he watches his mate twist in the air, is defined in that foolishness.
The visual metaphor was rather adroit. Carrion's free flight was all spirals and kinks, dramatic falls and swooping upsurges. He moved erratically, following impulses that barely passed through his processor – his thoughtlessness steering him into a dance that was, although beautiful in its way, impossible to predict and would never be repeated.
When the slight jet meets turbulence, he fights it instead of riding through it; naturally unwilling to yield even in the face of an unstoppable force. And instead of being shaken to pieces or being thrown to the ground or just giving up and landing, somehow, his mate soars.