[it sure is an awkward silence. the gentle fall of Riptide's legs and hum of his engine is making Bumblebee realise how tired he is though. He sort of curls into Riptide's arm.]
Hey, uh. [he knocks his head against Riptide's arm.] Thanks. For coming to find me.
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[be thankful, bee.]
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[Bumblebee is going to stare into the camera like he's on the office.]
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Hey, uh. [he knocks his head against Riptide's arm.] Thanks. For coming to find me.
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No problem.
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