Caring
Sam stormed out of the diplomatic meeting and went straight into the Autobot's hanger, fuming.
Had he been in a more reasonable state of mind he would have realized what a terrible idea that was, for the other guy. His brothers could feel his fury and he could feel their intense concern.
"WHAT THE SLAG HAPPENED!" Ratchet roared upon seeing him, and Sam quickly came to the conclusion that he must have been sporting a rather large bruise on his jaw after taking that hit.
"Sam, why do you look like you've been hit?" Optimus asked, and through the calm mask Sam could feel his anger brewing.
"Who did it?" Ironhide demanded, shifting his cannons out.
"Because I did get hit, and I'm not telling you who," Sam answered them both as he plopped down on a couch, "And stop scanning me, Ratchet, I'm fine."
"Like hell you are, your jaw's nearly fractured," the medic argued hotly, "My office, now, Samuel."
Sam sighed, but ultimately followed the mech. As he walked towards the office he saw Lennox and Epps walk in, both looking slightly pissed off.
"Who do I need to kill?" Hide raged at them.
It was so nice to have such caring, huge, friends.