Velocity nodded without looking at him as her head fins snapped shut. She forced them open again with a muttered word down at her feet, flushing purple when they snapped shut again.
She went to go sit on the couch but immediately got back to her feet and started flapping out all four of her hands at her sides with an unhappy grinding noise in her chassis. "Nothing even happened this week," she scowled down at her feet. She'd been feeling so frustrated and unhappy and- and angry since the mission but she couldn't direct it at Megatron, could and would not. So she paced and she muttered and she snapped out her hands at her sides. "Shouldn't have to be every week. Twice, some."
Oh. Krok hadn't expected that Velocity would start out so impassioned, even if she wasn't going straight to the matter. Most people, such as the Vehicons, were incredibly shy and needed to get gently prodded to talk.
"So what happened the last week, if nothing happens so far this week? It sounds like there's a lot happening." A pause. "We didn't even do our formal introductions. I'm Krok. Our first session will be one hour long."
Velocity flicked her optics at him with the briefest flicker of softening of her tense expression. "Hi, Krok. I do remember you. Velocity. Sorry, I- I didn't do the rules. 'Hi,' make optic contact and smile and ask how they are and say you're fine, thank you..."
She twisted her mouth and resumed flapping her hands and pacing. "F-fine, fine. It's been fine. I just-"
If Krok was disturbed by this diversion from the rules, he didn't show it. "Have you met Misfire? The one who was locked in the closet for a few months and then ended up having to pay a debt on the spa planet? He's my comrade. We don't typically do formal greetings, but I figured that we should follow some sort of script in here. Professionalism or whatever."
He waved a hand, then leaned back into the seat. "How so? Restless can mean many things."
Velocity slowed her pacing and shook her head after a brief hesitation. "Is he- was he someone from back home? Riptide said I was somebody he knew and respected, and..." She plucked at her own leg plating with one hand while the other three flapped at her sides, face drawing down into what was almost a flinch before she started pacing again.
At that next question she hunched, looking away. "It-" A hitched vent in, and out as a miserable noise she tried and failed to stifle. "...Angry. I don't like being angry, not when-"
She made another, smaller noise. "Do I have to say? It's in Ratchet's notes, isn't it? Or-" No, she realized with a look of dawning resignation. It wouldn't be in his notes, because she hadn't ever told him. "It- it's fine."
"Who knows? Riptide and I are probably from different points in the timeline. If we ever met...maybe. Misfire likes people who like to get into trouble with him."
He peered at Velocity. She didn't seem the time to do well under pressure. Could she manage running from law enforcement after stealing a vending machine?
"...You kind of have to mention it. Something made you angry, and acknowledging that it did is step one. The next is to figure out why it keeps doing this to you." He set his datapad on his lap. "How long ago was this? Years? Months?"
Velocity shifted, looking here and there as if it would give her an out from this conversation, before giving a shuddering sigh. "...I-" She swallowed hard and looked towards the door, knowing the officer from security was outside in case she tried to bolt from mandatory therapy, but wanting, needing, to run and run and run.
Finally, she sagged. "I was on the recent mission with Megatron and Didi and C-Cal and BD-1 and Rung and Shotlock," she mumbled, slumping back onto the couch and rubbing one arm. "My Megatron. My friend. The smaller one? At the end, he- he took sparks we were supposed to save and made them into a weapon and- and he left," she whispered miserably, then in an even smaller voice, "He left me..."
Pain and worry started to mix with frustration and anger as she sat there, and she turned her face down towards the floor so Krok wouldn't see her expression. "...It's bad when I get angry. I can't be. But I am now, all the time. So- so I just have to figure out how to make that stop. And it'll be okay."
This was a lot to manage, let alone address in the first session. First things first, he had to get a plan on how to address all of these issues. He could say that he was fortunate that Velocity mentioned everything within minutes of arrival. This, in a sense, was an easy patient, though very, very complicated.
"Runt, right? He's...well, let's not talk about him when he's not here." Krok had opinions about Megatrons in general, even those that have not formally defected to the Autobots. Something about distancing himself from the leadership that persuaded Krok to the movement soured his opinion on the mech that started it all. Megatrons, in general, appeared to think about their personal wants over others'.
"His issues are his own to address, and I say this as a therapist and for your stead. But it's a big thing to happen, this betrayal. Am I right to assume so?" He wrote down his personal notes and a summary of what Velocity mentioned, particularly points that they had to address in future sessions. "How has this changed your opinion of him?"
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She went to go sit on the couch but immediately got back to her feet and started flapping out all four of her hands at her sides with an unhappy grinding noise in her chassis. "Nothing even happened this week," she scowled down at her feet. She'd been feeling so frustrated and unhappy and- and angry since the mission but she couldn't direct it at Megatron, could and would not. So she paced and she muttered and she snapped out her hands at her sides. "Shouldn't have to be every week. Twice, some."
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"So what happened the last week, if nothing happens so far this week? It sounds like there's a lot happening." A pause. "We didn't even do our formal introductions. I'm Krok. Our first session will be one hour long."
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She twisted her mouth and resumed flapping her hands and pacing. "F-fine, fine. It's been fine. I just-"
She'd just wanted Megatron here.
"I've just been- restless." Angry.
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He waved a hand, then leaned back into the seat. "How so? Restless can mean many things."
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At that next question she hunched, looking away. "It-" A hitched vent in, and out as a miserable noise she tried and failed to stifle. "...Angry. I don't like being angry, not when-"
She made another, smaller noise. "Do I have to say? It's in Ratchet's notes, isn't it? Or-" No, she realized with a look of dawning resignation. It wouldn't be in his notes, because she hadn't ever told him. "It- it's fine."
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He peered at Velocity. She didn't seem the time to do well under pressure. Could she manage running from law enforcement after stealing a vending machine?
"...You kind of have to mention it. Something made you angry, and acknowledging that it did is step one. The next is to figure out why it keeps doing this to you." He set his datapad on his lap. "How long ago was this? Years? Months?"
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Finally, she sagged. "I was on the recent mission with Megatron and Didi and C-Cal and BD-1 and Rung and Shotlock," she mumbled, slumping back onto the couch and rubbing one arm. "My Megatron. My friend. The smaller one? At the end, he- he took sparks we were supposed to save and made them into a weapon and- and he left," she whispered miserably, then in an even smaller voice, "He left me..."
Pain and worry started to mix with frustration and anger as she sat there, and she turned her face down towards the floor so Krok wouldn't see her expression. "...It's bad when I get angry. I can't be. But I am now, all the time. So- so I just have to figure out how to make that stop. And it'll be okay."
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"Runt, right? He's...well, let's not talk about him when he's not here." Krok had opinions about Megatrons in general, even those that have not formally defected to the Autobots. Something about distancing himself from the leadership that persuaded Krok to the movement soured his opinion on the mech that started it all. Megatrons, in general, appeared to think about their personal wants over others'.
"His issues are his own to address, and I say this as a therapist and for your stead. But it's a big thing to happen, this betrayal. Am I right to assume so?" He wrote down his personal notes and a summary of what Velocity mentioned, particularly points that they had to address in future sessions. "How has this changed your opinion of him?"