"If you're so upset about it why don't you just leave me alone! I didn't ask you to patch me up, you did that all on your own." Rodimus would appreciate that if he knew the reasoning, instead it just makes him attempt to try and get away from Ratchet - scooting along the berth to get further from him. "And I didn't do it on purpose. It just happened because he can't take the fact that Megatron's not a Decepticon anymore."

Primus, Ratchet. Rodimus tries to move further and then realizes that his arm isn't responding and he groans. Alright, fine. They'll do this.

"I never asked you to clean up my 'messes', you just do." He's never asked, he's always tried to avoid them, but he wants to change that. He knows he should. He has to be better, but his optics narrow at Ratchet's tone. "No? Well then I guess you're lucky. Because you're not the one that had to listen to your best friend telling you that instead of coming clean with the crew, you should let him take the blame."

He sent his best friend into that because it was what Drift wanted. And Rodimus-- he couldn't tell him not to. Not after what he said.