"You sure as hell thought about it," Ratchet says, laughing, letting go of Megatron's face to move to his opposite shoulder.

"I kept my distance after I slapped that t-cog out of your hand, that's for sure. You didn't want those immunizations, either." Ratchet closes his mouth with a snap after that slip and works on Megatron's shoulder in silence, his lips pressed together.