When he feels some days that he must apologise for his very existence, hearing such reassurances makes Magnus ache deep in his spark. He still keeps his gaze averted, but he eases a little once more. Maybe Wing is only saying it to pacify him. Maybe Wing truly means it. Either way, the words are still nice to hear.

"If you want to find someone who can help you," he says, "I understand." He shifts uncomfortably, trying to not think about the white-hot tension coiling low, making both arrays feed into each other. He burns with it, the need for relief, but his fear is still stronger; he puts it out of mind and gives Wing a thin but sincere smile that doesn't quite reach the sadness in his optics. "Thank you," he adds, "for listening to me."