#thundercracker just had to go ahead and ruin everything for him

[bastardlybonkers]

Screamer didn’t say anything about Bees raunchy wing flutters because he was too busy staring stupidly at them like a slackjawed idiot to process that other people existed around them (you know he throws a possessive hissy fit if he sees any other wingmech looking at Bees wings. Fluffs himself up and postures about so that everyone knows those wings are property of Starscream, Lord Of The Skies. And also bee I guess. By association lol. )

exactly yes he is so so petty such a child about this he LOVES it

[ssstarscreamconjunx-alice]

Embers of a Starlit Flame|Chapter 4: Offering Care

That morning was filled with quiet and curious conversation, until he had to leave for the Nemesis once more. The very thought causing Alice’s heart so much ache– knowing what is always awaiting him when he returns. But she dreams of those little moments together, fueling her foolishness, her affection for him.

Since then, they have built a shaky foundation of.. something. Neither bold enough to speak of what they have, as if bringing it to light would shatter it. Alice carefully offering him comfort and support, too afraid to ask for any of that affection returned, no matter how much she yearns for it. But he does so, hesitantly, and even subtly.

The Nemesis remains the same cold, suffocating environment Starscream has been used to for eons. Only worsening as the war drags on. Sideways glances from those he considers a threat, regardless of their intentions. Keeping everyone at arm’s length. Waiting for the next chance to claw his way ahead. No longer can he even rely on his Trine as a comfort. Unable to even sit down for refueling with Skywarp without some sort of fight. Unable to look at Thundercracker and the uncomfortable worrying look in his optics.

Thundercracker’s caught in the middle as some sort of peacekeeper– worried about both of his brothers. While also trying to keep the peace within the agitated faction of Seekers within the Decepticons. Just as exhausted about the state of things as Starscream is, but unable to interact with him and his coldness– the suspicion he holds so close. Clouding his judgement and worsening his mental state.

Starscream feels like he’s spiraling, suffocated from the skies, and unable to effectively recharge during his downtime. Even knowing that it’ll eventually be taken from him– nights like this, he sneaks out of the Nemesis for a long, lonely fly. As high as he can go without breaking through the Earth’s atmosphere. It’s the only time he can hear himself think. He can almost imagine the skies around Vos, from before it was caught in the war, and taken from him. Just another way Megatron punished him, even if it wasn’t destroyed specifically to hurt him.

It's his fault too, isn't it? Sabotaging every good thing that comes his way. Wind crushes against his intakes the further up he flies. Memories of the times he's had chances, and the deeds he did to destroy them all himself.

And her. Thinking of her soft hands, her warmth, and the kindness he would’ve scoffed at before, or dragged into some scheme and ruined. Starscream finds himself hoping it’ll last just a bit longer. That he won’t sabotage it, that she won’t be taken from him like everything else. That she won’t turn on him like everyone else. Each time he finds himself flying towards her, telling himself it’s the last time. That he doesn’t deserve to keep her, that the vulnerability makes him weak– regardless of how his spark screams at him to keep trying.

This time, it'll be different.

Deep in his processor he knows he can’t keep this up, that he’s going to get too attached and it’ll all come crashing down. Because it always does. Something always goes wrong, and he’s punished for it. But, the same thought invades his mind in response, ‘Just a little longer..’

Yet again, this night, nearly dawn already, he streams towards her direction.

And Starscream laughs wryly when his flight mechanisms falter. Gravity pushing him downward, out of the clouds.

Too long without much needed maintenance. Pushing his Trine away when he’s in need of a good preen. With Alice’s home within sight, he swerves toward the forest lining the property before crashing. Exhaustion catching up with his frame, his frame protests when he transforms into root-mode. Immediately sprawling on the forest floor, groaning in a mix of frustration and tiredness.

--

Alice’s cup rattles on the counter as something big crashes outside her house, nearly spilling her tea. For a moment she’s dazed, before realizing there’s really only one thing that can make that noise. Both hope and fear twist in her as she rises from her stool.

Carefully, she walks outside– seeing tilted trees in the direction of a clearing near to her fenced off property. Quickly hopping the fence and beginning the walk towards the tree line, like she’s done countless times in the past. She brings a hand up close to her chest with a spark of ice energy, even knowing that if it’s an aggressive Decepticon the attack would just piss them off.

She passes through the split trees, running her free hand against tattered bark as she strides. Dodging broken limbs and flung rocks under foot Sucking in a breath as she turns into the clearing. Huffing in relief, then laughing lightly when a familiar form comes into view; red, silver, and cyan. Smiling warmly as she almost skips towards Starscream’s crashed form. She refrains from touching the Seeker until she comes into his view.

“You gotta work on that landing, Star.” Alice teases, her tone laced with a subtle laugh. She smiles softly as Starscream turns his head, not wavering when he gives her an annoyed grimace. He shifts an arm to prop up his head slightly, exposing his face from behind the towering intake vents attached to his back and wingbase. His null rays collapse and fold into panels in his upper arms, hiding them away as he usually does in her presence.

“Somethin’ wrong?�� She lays a tentative hand on his shoulder, leaning a bit to angle her face parallel to his. Boring into his crimson optics with a soft worry. He only responds with a grumble, trying to tear his optics from hers. The soft hand on his plating is enough to make his processor spin with thoughts– needs that he doesn’t want to voice, for fear that she’ll disappear.

“C’mon, why’d you crash? Gotta be a reason for that frowny face?” Alice coos slightly, running her hand carefully over his shoulder plating. Brows scrunched, and eyes softened with worry, despite her soft smile. Worry. For him. Why does she have to make this difficult? Making him come back to her, every time.

Starscream begins, mouth open to speak, but hesitates, his face twisting in uncertainty. Should he lie? He hasn’t felt the need so far, aside from a few in the very beginning– which she saw right through. Opting for the truth, but keeping it vague.

“I.. I have been in need of maintenance. There is debris caught within the seams of my strut plating. But, I can manage. I just haven’t recharged recently, causing some.. flight complications.” He explains, hoping to brush past it and just indulge in her presence.

“Can I help?” Soft, blue eyes focusing on his. Once harsh, bright crimson- now warm, with the liveliest irises in her opinion. Looking hopeful, anything for some closeness with him. For as long as he’ll let her, hoping to make this last. Starscream mulls it over, her touch distracting him from his earlier insecurities, drowned out by the hum of his spark. Consequences be damned.

Starscream settles for a nod, shifting his form slightly to allow her to mount his back, a hand raised slightly to help her up. “Just.. be careful.” The words come out as a mumble, though Alice is close enough to hear– the softest of pleadings.

Alice climbs aboard his offered hand, minding his wings, while finding her footing on the intake vent. Starscream’s arm drops with a blithe thump and shifts to flatten his frame against the dirt so she can traverse his back easier. So close to his unaltered form for the first time in a while, Alice can hear minute whirrs and creeks of his metal body beneath her as he moves– and the sudden puff of his vents as he relaxes under her.

The anxiety builds in Starscream from the moment she’s on his back, his faceplate scrunching into uncertainty yet again. It’s unheard of for grounders to preen a Seeker, even more taboo would be an alien. Only the most trusted by a Seeker should touch their back. His thoughts halt when soft, careful little fingers slide between his plating. His servos unclench from the forest brush as he focuses on the sensation with a sigh.

Carefully, Alice begins feeling his seams for debris; finding chunks of dirt, rocks, and what seems like leftovers from his crash into the trees. She avoids his wings, her surface-level knowledge of Cybertronian biology reminds her that she probably shouldn’t touch them– remembering from her lessons with the Med-bots that ‘Flyers��� have clusters of sensors in them that are easily agitated.

Starscream’s optics close as his frame seems to relax even further into the ground. Unrestrained, his wings twitch slightly, and his exhaustion catches up to him. Up and down his struts, she diligently removes dirt clumps, leaves and other foreign objects of various sizes from the seams and crevices in his back plates. Her touch is light, brushing against his plating… But it’s over much too soon for his liking– his frame feels lighter, of course, but the need for her small, gentle hands on him persists.

Her voice breaks him out of the haze; warm and comforting “Feel better? Is there anything else you need, Star?”

Starscream’s voice feels smaller than usual. Tired, breathless, his normal rasp sounding even more staticky.

“Please.. continue.”

‘Continue?’ Unsure what he meant, she gently rests her hands on his back under her, experimentally. Cautiously gliding them upwards, catching a few seams on his wingbase, mindfully, realizing she could easily pinch her hand in the space between the bright red intakes and the base of his back.. Her movements become bolder as his body relaxes back into the dirt, letting out a soft metallic rumble which vibrates her fingers. “Need a massage? S’that what you meant?”

“Something like that.”

Alice lets out a hum, somewhere between amused and affectionate. “You staying big? Not that I mind..”

Starscream grunts as a response, despite her tease.

As addicting as her touch is while in root-mode, he’s reminded exactly how small she is– she wouldn’t be able to reach anything very well in their current position. He vents slightly, almost a sigh. Reluctantly shifting his frame, and angling it to slide her off his back, he doesn’t bother even sitting up as his panels shift and tuck away into subspace, shrinking him closer to her size.

Alice giggles lightly watching him tiredly slump back into the dirt. He’s content to stay where he landed, even when mass-shifted. She leans down to briefly peer under his intake vent at his face, his optics dimmed by exhaustion, arms crossed to prop his head off the dirt.

“Ther’we go. I gotcha..”

She settles beside him, ignoring the impulse to straddle his back, gently pressing into his paneling, massaging the surface. The panels click and shift under her firm, but careful pressure. If he needed to breathe, it would have left him breathless—in a good way. Her diligent fingers leave tingles along his plating as mechanisms are kneaded and sensors respond happily to her touch as she erases all trace of his aches and agitations. Giving attention to every panel she can find, from the base of his intake vents to the edge that meets his pelvic plating. He takes in the attention greedily, as if starving for Energon. His wings twitch upwards towards her when she brushes over one wing-joint, knocking into her shoulder as she leans over his back, before flattening again.

The thought of those soft, attentive hands on his wings invades his mind— causing a choked noise to fall from his dermas.

Alice nearly asks for permission, hand hovering over one wing, silently admiring the more complex seams that line them. But before she can, it lifts to brush against her palm, as if he could feel her hesitation, and a nasally hum emits from his vocalizer at the touch. She readjusts her position for ease of reach before sliding her hand across the joint connecting his wing to his back causing a shudder to wrack his frame.

Alice hesitates again, waiting for him to say something, to ask her to stop– but he doesn’t. He’s quieter than she’s ever seen him. Movement shakes her from her stupor, Starscream's wings twitching as if urging her to continue.

If only she could see his face, eyes big and yearning, like a puppy waiting for a treat. Eager for her to continue pampering him.

With one hand as support on the opposite side, Alice applies gentle pressure to one of his wings. Her curiosity bolstering as the plates shift under her touch, as if recalibrating from the soft pressure. She traces a seam, watching with wonder as a plate depresses slightly and Starscream responds with a staticky churr, before it resets in place. She repeats the touch, alternating between that and kneading at the sensitive plates, and happily giving the same treatment to his other wing.

“Ah…” Time seems to pass like a blur as Alice attends to his wings, pulling more soft, almost needy noises from the Seeker– trying to ignore what his sounds are doing to her. Starscream has long since melted from her touch, nearly dozing off. He bites back a whine that threatens to spill from his vocalizer when she stops.

Sighing, she realizes she's worked over every crevice, plate, joint, and mechanism, even revisiting areas she’s already completed just to stretch out the moments. She finally sits back, her hands lingering before she pulls away. Running one hand across his arm as she shuffles on her knees into his view. Starscream's optics brighten as they refocus on her, taking in the delicate features of her freckled face, her fiery curls, and those icy blue eyes that somehow radiate a warmth he's begun to crave. His frame feels lighter than ever, and his spark acknowledges what he’d rather ignore. Yet, no matter how much his processor resists, the pull to reciprocate is undeniable.

After all, it would be quite selfish of him to have this. Her. Since when has he ever denied himself anything?

Starscream pulls himself up to sit in front of her, trying to find the words between his inner conflict. Familiar, delicate hands find his cheek-guards, “I was happy to do it, m‘kay?”

He studies her face intently, searching for any trace of deception or hypocrisy. When he finds nothing but sincerity, his faceplate relaxes, and he lets out a relieved vent, before gathering her into his arms, much to Alice’s surprise. It’s been a while since he’s been so bold with his affection, and it’s not unwelcome. She easily relaxes, sinking into his warmth, and the strong arms she’s been silently longing for– a steady, unwavering presence to ground her like she needs. “Mmm…”

Finally deciding, Starscream tears his face away from her neck.

“Let’s go for a fly.” Certain, and hopeful, Starscream’s voice rumbles against her; it’s not a question, but he’s left her room to refuse. The subtle mechanical warble that emits from his vocalizer being so close, the metallic-y atmosphere smell coming off him, it sooths her—

“Okay.” A warm smile cracks her face, feeling an invigorated fondness.

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Starscream lands carefully with his precious cargo onto a dubious clearing. The spot unchanged from the last time he had visited. The cliff edge where he landed has a clear view of a mountain range and a dense forest with occasional outcrops of rock, and the subtle outline of a river.

Skies wide, clear, and clean. The early sun lays a soft, warm glow over the slightly damp brush that covers the ground beneath him. More importantly, it’s absent of the human infestation. Alice’s warmth in his flight cabin was comforting rather than intruding like past experiences with passengers.

“This place has been a comfort in the past. Somewhere I can recalibrate my processor,” Starscream explains as he aids her climbing out of his hold. “Earth can be sort of.. beautiful without humans around.”

Alice gives him an amused huff and peers down the cliff, seeing the drop, before looking outwards towards the mountains lining the sky. The wet ground smells of rain, the air clear and untouched, and damp moss smell coming off the nearby trees. Oak, maybe? The soft whirring and shifting metal signal to her that he’s mass-shifting back to her size behind her. Unflinching when his form leans against her back, and large, metal hands softly running across her shoulders and down her back.

Starscream’s touch is light as he experiments with pressure, unsure how much can be applied without hurting her. It’s not lost on him how she leans into his frame, his touch.

"Hm.." Soft, nearly imperceptible as she leans into him.

She strains to stay perfectly still, not wanting to let the intimate moment slip away. The early morning birds chirp in harmony with the gentle rustling of leaves carried on the wind around them. It is beautiful, she can see why he likes it. Starscream shifts behind her, lowering to his knees and carefully pulling her down with him, settling her on his lap.

With one arm to keep her pinned in place, his free hand glides along her back, gradually applying pressure until he gets another response– hoping for a positive one. And he gets it. Long satisfied hums, and pleased sighs fall from her relaxing frame. Sounds that reassure and encourage his movements. Smaller hands lightly grip the arm holding her against him, and Starscream’s dermas twitch into a smile when they find his servo. Opening and grasping it with her smaller ones, ghosting over his digits with her own with a gentle curiosity. Admiring them.

Content and with his mind at ease, Starscream leans his face into her shoulder, his hands still tracing gentle patterns across her back without reservations. Taking in the smell of her, his dermas ghost across the skin of her shoulder. The softness once unnerved Starscream, but now it’s a comfort. Although, he’s sure it’s an exception he has for her only.

After a long while of soothing massages, his hand drifts to her front, gliding digits gently along her cheek, then her neck, and finally choosing to settle with combing lightly through her curls. His focus remains on her despite the scenery, only adding to his comfort in the moment.

While, Alice is enamored with the sight in front of her, it’s.. romantic, and the revelation makes her warm and fuzzy. The trees barely overcast them, and the sun climbs further as relax quietly into each other, the serenity of the area Starscream chose seeps into her bones alongside his affectionate touches. The reality of their relationship, their situation fades into the back, alongside the noises of nature.

“It's pretty..” She muses, still cupping his hand, now tracing his servos and fingers.

“Mmh..”

As they lounge together, she's reminded that all good things must come to an end, and soon she'll have to let him go again. Why does the thought make her feel sick? It's not like he belongs to her.

For now, though, she’ll savor his growing affection, unaware of it's mutuality.

Next Chapter

[blacknpurplewarpster]

[IDW Skywarp Headcanon]

More about his awful comments/attitude towards others

I know I’ve written about this before but I cant seem to find it anywhere on my blog. I was rereading the original comic series and thought I’d elaborate a little bit more than what I had previously wrote. I was going to include a snippet from Unicron #2 

Skywarp: “Among others. Could you try bumbling into trouble a little closer to the mainland next time? This was decidedly inconvenient.”  Helix: “I think he means ‘Glad you guys are okay. Sorry it took so long to reach you.’ Isn’t that right, Skywarp?” Skywarp: “I suppose. I would have been more annoyed if we had come all this way and they were already dead.” Helix: “Do you actually know when you’re being awful?” Skywarp: “Almost always. Fortunately, showing up and being remarkable are more important to being a G.I. Joe than unnecessary human pleasantries.” 

Skywarp mentions that he knows when he is being awful with his comments and just overall to others when Helix calls him out on it after just saving part of his team. This team he has been with for a few years and is close to them, even Rock. Going through the comments, he makes snarky ass comments towards Rock and doesn’t give a shit about what his friend thinks either. I’ll come back to Rock in a bit here. Some of his comments towards Rock are rather hilarious in the way Skywarp is portrayed doing them. Not to say Rock deserves his shitty attitude. But later on, they become better and closer friends. 

Even though he is no longer a Decepticon, he still puts duty above everything else, even if it means stepping on others toes or hurting others feelings. Thing is, Skywarp doesn’t care. He feels being blunt is better than beating around the bush or sugarcoating things. He will tell others straight up what he feels and doesn’t give a shit about what it might do. 

Another example is he even says this to Thundercracker, whom he hasn’t seen in a decade or more. 

Thundercracker: “Last time I saw you, you shot me in the face.” Skywarp: “Eh, you deserved it.” 

Like jeezus straight to his face. I think it was like the second sentence he said to Thundercracker after not seeing him for YEARS. Like harsh much? 

So pretty much no one can hide from this. The one thing I have noticed, his snarky comments seem to back off once there’s a tighter bond between himself and whomever else. This happens once Skywarp has a change of heart once he realized how Rock and himself are a lot more similar than he thought. Rock repeatedly tells Skywarp about being alone but he finally realizes this at one important moment. Rock decides to own up to his mistakes of paralyzing Grand Slam and wants to sacrifice his life to blow up the Fatal Fluffies in hopes to get rid of his guilt but its also a sense of pride from him. Skywarp decides to stay back with Rock and decides to stay even when the detonator goes off--surprise surprise, he saves Rock and their bond grows close. 

Here’s some of their conversations between one another just to show you: You can skip all the way down to see my final thoughts. 

---------------------------------------------------------------- GI Joe #1: Rock: Hey, uhh, Skywarp… I was wondering… seeing as we’re teammates… you think I could ride back with you? Skywarp: Are you asking me…to open up my cockpit… and allow you to climb inside of me? Rock: Umm.. yes? Skywarp: Jets off Rock: Looks like I’m with you again.

GI Joe #4

Skywarp: “Look at them. Squabbling in the dirt like… like insects! They can’t do anything. They can accomplish nothing… without me!” Rock: “Hey Skywarp… Instead of waiting for transpo, I was thinking that if you don’t mind, maybe we could.. you know.” Skywarp: Squints hard and jets off Rock: “Jerk.”

Gi Joe #5 Skywarp: “Tell me… you geeks got your data…?” Skywarp: “This isn’t working! I’m tired of you insects leaning on me! Why am I the only one— GAAAH!” Covergirl: “Don’t worry, Skywarp…the calvary’s arrived!” Skywarp: “Now you cowards show up, after sending me ahead.” Rock: “Hey now… I offered to ride with you.” Skywarp: “You know my feelings on that.” Skywarp: “Are you even helping at all?!” Rock: “Honestly? Not really. But if you’d let me ride with—ooofh-!” Skywarp: “Gahhh!” Covergirl: “Skywarp! Come in! Do you read us?!” Skywarp: Khhkkthhhkkt Rock: “Skywarp! Are… are you ok?” Skywarp: “kkhkt No…But I will be there once we will that thing. Were you getting emotional, you sentimental insect?” Rock: “What? I was… No…”

GI Joe #6 Skywarp: “Hrmph. I’ll be the judge of that. Crude ugly thing. If this is the best you can do, no wonder you can’t fix me.” Roadblock: “Four Joes. Skywarp counts.” 

Rock: Turns into this monster from the Fatal Fluffies Skywarp: “I know what this is really about...” Rock: “Hunh?” Skywarp: “...You’re sad I wouldn’t give you a ride. But don’t worry, you’ll get what you want...When i carry you out in pieces.”

GI Joe #7 Skywarp: Is fighting mega-Rock and knows to be gentle and junk. “You are as arrogant as the rest of them! Even enlarged! even with horns and claws! You are nothing but an insec--Urlkh--!” Is being choked out.

Skywarp: “Hey! You watch your mouth!”

Rock: “I know. That’s why I’m volunteering. I’ve done enough damage more than enough. Let me redeem myself please.” Skywarp: “Sure but you aren’t going alone. Someone needs to defend your position while you set up the bomb.” Rock: “But I.. I threw you into the mole pod. the explosion was..” Skywarp: “Yeah, so another one doesn’t scare me much, besides...as soon as the bombs in place, before you hit the button... I”m getting out of here.” 

GI Joe #8 Rock: “Almost read! You gotta jet!” Skywarp: “You’ll be overrun before you can hit it! Besides...It’s an honor to stand by your side. You are a true warrior.” Rock: “No...I’m a Joe. We both are.”  Skywarp saves Rock by letting him ride inside of his cockpit in order to get away from the blast.

Gi Joe #9 Rock: “He wouldn’t let me use the radio.” Skywarp: “You haven’t earned the privilege!” Rock: “Whatever. You ready for the blast beat?”  Skywarp: “Do we have to call it that?”  Skywarp and Rock: “Yoooooooo Joooooooe!”  Rock: “Thanks to Skywarp! Hes letting me ride with him!” Skywarp: “Once! Only once!” 

GI Joe First Strike #1

Skywarp: “You need to get him his own jet!”

Scarletts Strike Force 1 Rock: Skywarp, I”m serious! Seriously! Doc: You know he’s the only one who can put up with your grouchy metal butt.. Skywarp: I thought you liked-- Doc: Nope Skywarp: .... Fine Rock: Hey! Piggyback ride! Skywarp: Start using that shotgun or I’m doing barrel rolls!

---- This is where Skywarps attitude really changes. -------

Rock: And they were chanting this name...glub? golob..goolub? Hey! Are you even listening to me? Skywarp: Its a boring story about something that didn’t actually happen! Why would I listen to it?! Rock: Because it’s stressing me out, man. It felt...different.. Skywarp: Different from your other dreams? Rock: Yeah dude Skywarp: Different from your Jem dreams? Rock: Come on man.. Skywarp: A holograms fan. You’re not metal. Rock: They have some serious riffs, alright!?

Scarletts Strike Force #2

Skywarp: Can you fix my teleportation? Or are you techgeeks just as worthless as everyone else in the Lemuria? Rock: Dude, I’m standing right here. Hey man can I help? Grand Slam: I’ve got it Rock. You only ruined the bottom half of me. Skywarp: Getting m teleportation fixed is the only reason I threw in with you insects! why havent you fixed it yet? You’ve been trying and failing since the EDC!  Grand Slam: Like I told you: We don’t have the tech, or the knowledge. or the materials.

Scarletts Strike Force #3 Skywarp: Yeah. Me. And you’re welcome. Don’t act so shocked. you insects think a giant robot doesn’t know his way around a rudimentary geothermal generator? You’ve been recruited. We’ll rendezvous in DC. You have three minutes to find yourselves a ride before surveillance is back up. Helix: Aren’t you letting people ride inside of you now? Skywarp: Only Rock ‘n Roll! 

Unicron #2 The first set of quotes goes right here in events wise. 

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This is the end of their interactions. I know I didn’t show everything but it shows a huge chunk of how you can see how Skywarp is only “nice” to Rock really because in his optics, he isn’t respected by some of the others, especially Grand Slam. So in his mindset, why does he have to be nice if he doesn’t have the respect? 

He figures he lost his respect towards Thundercracker (or rather TC lost respect for Skywarp) because of what he’d done to him so he resets back to being an ass. He thinks their history doesn’t matter anymore, so he resorts to just tell him straight-up. Perhaps he was always straight up before their meeting with Starscream and he’s resorting back to his normal or preset attitude/maturity. That all of what has gone on from him shooting TC out of the sky onwards, smacked him so hard it woke him up from this “fantasy.” If that makes sense?? I’m tired and rambling. 

Deep down, I truly believe he cares but he isn’t going to show that side. He needs to put duty before anything else because that’s the motto Skywarp lives by. You can see a lot of this change in him throughout the entire series but it really sets out from AHM series onwards. His whole attitude flips and starts to really develop his character and we see this. I have a feeling he didn’t used to be like this but what he’s done in his life has shaped him to act in this way. Perhaps its a way of not letting others get close to him. It might very well be a defense mechanism. Who knows, we truly won’t know canon wise since the series ended. 

THANKS FOR BEING HERE FOR MY HEADCANON AND RAMBLE OF THOUGHTS.