"Take time," he repeated, though his voice came out soft and distant. The praise went to his head, as much as the touch did. He found himself relaxing more and more, savoring everything. There was no real way to describe how good it felt. No one ever did such things for him before.

Which just made it all the more simple for him to give in. He didn't even want to resist.

He just wanted to feel more. To feel needed.

"I... don't know," he admitted. For a moment, he blinked at the Autobot, but allowed himself to be nudged down. He did end up lying down, though he lay very still, his optic and scanner always on Rung's face. "They say things I don't understand. Then tell me I have to 'grow up'. Or they get angry when I want them to clarify..."