Chapter 5: This is Home
The city, upon his return, looked smaller. The mechs looked tiny and dirty and depressed.
But... it also looked... familiar. He was, for the first time in a very long time, happy to be back, to have somewhere to go back to.
He hadn't really been happy to return anywhere after his creators had deactivated.
Thinking on his new-found realization, he slowly wandered back toward Jazz's apartment. The mechs on the street smiled at him as he passed, and he smiled back. This was... home.
Whether he found somewhere for Bluestreak to stay or not, he was... It had become a home for him. He knew he had to move on, but he didn't want to.
The door to the small apartment opened before he could reach for the keypad.
"Heya, Prowler. Heard ya in the hallway."
"Hello, Jazz," Prowl replied, not surprised in the least. Since moving in with the small, silver mech, he had been made rather acutely aware of the almost scarily strong audials Jazz possessed. The mech was always aware of what was happening around him.
"What happ'ned t'day? Went t' visit ya at the station, an' ya weren' there."
The Enforcer shook his helm. "I was simply looking again for a place to stay."
"Aw, so eager t' leave me?" the silver mech said with a grin as he stepped to the side to let Prowl in.
"Not at all. I just hate to impose."
Jazz just laughed.