There was nothing more complicated than repairing one’s own wings. You can’t reach them. You can’t see them. Starscream groaned in agony as he tried to wipe up the energon still dripping from the open gashes in his struts. He’d have to visit the med bay at some point. Just what he didn’t need; another lecture from Gidget.
All thought of repair were forgotten when he the portal suddenly flashed and opened, admitting a long absent shuttle. The cleaning cloth was tossed aside, and Starscream nothing short of rushed upon Skyfire and clung to him. He couldn’t even manage words. He could only hang on his larger frame and nuzzle him gently.