"It's all right," Wing says gently, but he doesn't reach for Cyclonus again, though his plating rattles in a hard shiver as Cyclonus pulls away. "I'm Wing."

He regards Cyclonus for a long moment before his lips tilt helplessly, his optics brightening. "You too, hmm?" he asks, his voice soft with static. "Can I--is there anything I can do to help?"