Is a joke

      Music was coming from the speakers, someone's voices were heard, a lot of people gathered here today. A slightly muted light jumped on the walls, casting some kind of incomprehensible, bright shade. It was dark behind the bar, only the faint glow of Anjex slightly illuminated the shelves, the table and the Bundle standing next to the counter with dishes. Having looked around the bar with a bored look, Sverv took the next glass. Out of boredom, he wiped them many times, so thoroughly that not a single drop of dirt, not a single speck of dust could linger on them for more than a second. Tired optics darted from corner to corner, everything mixed up, blurred, became one whole spot in front of the eyes, bright, colorful and eerily distracting. Having finished with the annoying glass, Sverv casually placed it with the others. He was about to take the next one when Skids caught his eye, the theorist was almost lying flat on his desk, his helmet was lowered onto the manipulators, and the yellow optics were staring intently at the white tabletop. Sverv froze, noticing that Skids looked more depressed than usual, perhaps it was due to his memories, amnesia, or with Rank sessions. Deciding to cheer him up a little, the bartender took the same glass into the manipulators, slightly pushing it towards the Skids.       — Skids? Don't you want some Angex? — Already preparing to pour, Sverv asked. Skids reacted almost immediately, raising his head as much as his position allowed, he focused the optics for a couple of seconds looking at the Drill. After closing his eyes again, he slightly straightened his back remembering his question. A short nod served as an answer, the theorist turned his gaze to the bright, glowing Engex.       — How much do I owe? — Smiling slightly, he did not take his eyes off the Skids drink. Sverv thought for a couple of minutes, his gaze radiated complete seriousness. He didn't even think about taking shanix from him when he offered, but since Skids asked himself, then why not take it. But after all, he was going to treat him in a friendly way, and he took the smallest glass, especially for such occasions. Rushing from one However, he came to the same conclusion.       — On the house. — Sincerely smiling, Sverv leaned his elbows on the counter.       Skids grinned slightly in response, picking up a glass. Returning to his usual business, counting revenue, expenses, guests in his bar, wiping glasses, mixing Engex and other very interesting things of the bartender, Sverv turned away. Slowly drinking his glass, Skids did not take his eyes off Sverv standing nearby. The yellow optics stared intently at the furs opposite, only occasionally looking away at someone's loud exclamations, or at the change of music. They were silent, although both wanted to dilute their sit-down with conversations, no one dared, until one moment. Skids had almost finished his drink when Sverv, without even turning around, asked purely out of curiosity.       — You still don't remember anything? — Out of the corner of his eye, watching Skids, Sverv remained standing sideways. The theorist put his cube a little further away, remembering all the most important things. That's just this important was a little bit.       — Not much, to be honest. But the Rank says that this is normal, my processor has blocked those memories in order to shield me from possible dangers. Skids gave out a little thoughtfully.       His words sparked a genuine interest in Sverv. Finally, having left the dishes, the bartender turned back to Skids, staring at him intently. There was something strange in the theorist's gaze, he was too calm for a mech that had experienced something like this, such that even his processor tried to remove it. Sverv did not stop looking at the smiling facelet exactly until the moment when Skids laughed stupidly.       — What? — Skids asked, still laughing.       — You're so dreamy and joyful, even though you don't remember half of your life. I'm... surprised, really surprised.       Without taking off his astonished optics, Sverv hesitated slightly. The theorist, hearing this, only broke into a smile even more, catching the perplexed look of Sverva on himself. Taking his cube into the manipulator, he lifted it up, finally finishing it. And then decided to respond to his impromptu compliment.       — Thanks. — The smile never left his face, no matter how hard he tried. — And you know, Sverv, I like you, it's interesting with you, you don't interrupt, you'll listen, as well... Skids continued to say something, but Sverv didn't hear him anymore. Can't believe my audio sensors. The sound of a spark resounded throughout the body, eclipsing his own thoughts. A stupor gripped him, the processor nervously processed the information he had just received. He likes him. Him, exactly him. Not his jokes, gossip, but him. It seemed to Sverv that he was winding himself up, but his palms could not stop being convulsively covered with refrigerant, the audio sensors no longer perceived Skids' speech, and he kept talking and talking. Sverv swallowed, looking away, when suddenly Skids fell silent.       Skids seems to have been called by Rodimus on the com link, there was a quiet squeak, and then an unintelligible grunt from Prime.       — I think it's Rodimus. Skids muttered, not particularly eager to answer him. Yes, I'm coming, I'm coming. I'm coming. I mean, you can't hear me coming. — Sitting on a chair, the theorist tried to depict walking by stamping his feet on the floor. — I'm on my way.       With an exasperated exhale, Skids cut off the connection, already preparing to get up, when he noticed Sverv's gaze on himself. Looking at him, he smiled at him again.       — I have to go, next time we can... — Skids began a little confused, but then he was interrupted.       Turning away, Sverv tried to bring his breathing back to normal, and then indifferently shrugged his shoulders.       — I understand, thanks for the company. By... — He didn't have time to finish.       Skids leaned over the racks, gently taking Sverv by the chin and pulling him to himself just as gently. Touching the warm cheek with cool lips, he lingers for just a few seconds, leaving behind a slight coolness. After quickly kissing him, the theorist turns around on the move, heading for the exit.       — Bye. — Throwing a casual farewell on the move, he tried to ignore another call from Rodimus.       Sverv stayed to watch Skids leaving into the crowd, he did not expect,