"Yeah, but I know you..." He scrunches his face up, like he's trying to make the words come out more easily. "Nothin' against whoever that is... just."

He shrugs. He knows Ratchet. Trusts him. He's something that hasn't changed. Something he really doesn't want to lose. He's got his optics on the ground, though, up until the hand on his arm. Then he blinks, curling his own fingers under Ratchet's forearm.

"Thanks." And he means that. It comes out grateful, and his weight shifts. Like he's going to hug the other bot, but stops himself. "I'm glad you're around too."

Then he blinks. "Oh. Right. Speakin' of parties... you're goin' to one later."