Jazz was seething.
His servos twitched. His vents cycled air in slow, measured breaths.
Because somehow—somehow—things had managed to get even worse.
Bumblebee was soaking up attention like an overgrown house cat.
Sam was still looking at Harry like he was a glitch in the universe.
Mikaela was openly enjoying the chaos.
Epps and Lennox were still laughing their asses off.
And Ironhide—Ironhide was just standing there like his entire worldview had been shattered.
Jazz was going to lose it.
"Alright, that's it," Jazz snapped, stepping forward and physically dragging Harry away from Bumblebee. "This stops. Now."
Harry, still grinning, let himself be pulled back, clearly too amused by the whole thing. "Aww, what's wrong, Jazz? You jealous?"
Jazz twitched. "Yes."*
That made everyone pause.
Harry blinked. "Oh?"
Mikaela grinned. "Oh, this just got interesting."
Sam, still processing, muttered, "Wait, what—"
Bumblebee let out a long, smug beep, optics flashing knowingly.
Epps nearly collapsed with laughter. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Did Jazz just admit it?"
Lennox, cackling, nodded. "He totally did!"
Jazz vibrated with frustration. "Everybody shut up."
Harry, looking way too pleased, crossed his arms and tilted his head. "So… you don't like sharing?"
Jazz scowled. "No."*
Sam immediately looked offended. "Wait—what? That's not fair—"
Jazz snapped his gaze to him. "You got somethin' to say, kid?"
Sam hesitated. "I mean—uh—no?"
Jazz narrowed his optics. "That's what I thought."
Harry laughed. "Damn, Jazz. Didn't know you had it in you."
"I will throw you into traffic," Jazz muttered.
Mikaela smirked. "I like this guy."
Ironhide, finally coming out of his stunned silence, just grumbled, "I still don't get it."
Bumblebee chirped happily.
And Jazz?
Jazz was one second away from walking into the ocean and never coming back.