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Bluestreak was sitting next to Prowl in the rec room. They talked about random things; more like Bluestreak did most of the talking, with little input from Prowl. But suddenly Bluestreak realized something that made him concerned for one of their fellow autobots. “Hey, so I know Jazz is like your best friend or something. But have you noticed him actually hanging out with anyone other than you or Optimus or Bumblebee? Or like literally anyone he mentors and works with outside of that! It's like Jazz has no friends!”
Prowl frowned and looked at his friend. “I am not his best friend, I am his partner, in a way. But I thought he had other friends? Does he not hang out with, with-” But the words fell out of his thoughts he couldn't think about it. He didn't actually know who Jazz hung out with.
Bluestreak nodded and pointed at his friend. “Right! All I'm saying is a mech as upbeat and friendly as him not having friends is really…weird. And a lot of the bots’ here say you're the friendless one!! But it's him! You willingly hang out with so much more mechs then him in a single cycle then he has in a week! But everyone loves him! He's charming, funny and upbeat. So why wouldn't he have friends? Is he secretly like you, likes to be alone and only listens to me rattle on because we are friends?"
Prowl thought about it. “Perhaps he doesn't actually want to get attached to others in fear of being betrayed?” Bluestreak frowned “That's a sad way to live! Guh! I hate war bots like him shouldn't give up on having friends and being alone forever! You want to be alone. But that's a you thing!”
Prowl nodded in agreement Then Blustreak carried on chatting away changing the topics.
But Prowl was concerned about Jazz so he didnt pay attention to his friends rambling.