By now, cordial was the most he could expect from Megatron. Four million years of war didn't make you best friends for life, even if it did seem to tie you together by destiny. The sight is...rather hard to take on the eyes. Megatron had been damaged by someone who wasn't him.

He'd been damaged fighting for...what mostly was an Autobot ideal.

His eyes divert from the bot's injuries before settling on his eye(s).

"I suppose it would be redundant to say I've returned from my trip."