Jazz may have burned his fingers a few times while making the energon sweets, but that didn't stop him. Once they were all done, he cleaned up and tried one before putting them in a little bag. "Mm! Wow, these turned out better than expected!" He chuckled, tying up the bag and putting it in his subspace.

He walked out into the hall and made his way towards Prowl's office, which was were he guessed the Praxian was.

He approached the door and gently knocked on it, waiting for the usual groan of annoyance or shout for him to go away. But there was nothing. He tilted his head, cautiously opening the door and peering inside.

Prowl was in there alright, but something was wrong. His doorwings were pinned to his back and he almost looked like he was.... crying?

"Prowl...?"

Prowl jumped slightly at Jazz's voice, raising his head and looking over his shoulder. Fresh tears spilled down his cheeks, following the trails of older ones. He sniffed, rubbing his optics and grumbling something under his breath. "What is it, Jazz?" He asked, his voice cracking with emotion.

Jazz's gaze softened and he sighed, feeling bad for Prowl. He walked over to him and pulled up a chair, sitting down next to his desk. "I brought you something, maybe it'll help you feel better..." he murmured, reaching into his subspace and pulling out the little bag.

Prowl eyed the bag curiously, tilting his head slightly. He rubbed his optics again and glanced up at Jazz. "That's for me?"

Jazz nodded, a small smile on his face. "Open it." He said, nudging the bag towards Prowl.

Prowl nodded slightly, studying the bag for a moment. He slowly untied the string and opened up the bag, peering inside. His optics lit up when he saw what was inside: five energon sweets.

"I made them myself, with Ratchet's recipe of course." Jazz chuckled, rubbing the back of his helm. "I hope you like them."

Prowl was still shocked that Jazz even did this for him. He stared at the sweets for a moment before looking at Jazz. Before he knew it, he was hugging the mech tightly. "Thank you...." he mumbled, trying not to cry again.

Jazz was equally surprised that Prowl was hugging him, a soft blush spreading across his face. He hugged the Praxian back and hummed softly, rubbing in between the mech's doorwings. "You're welcome, Prowler."