Well, color Cyclonus startled again. That's an uncomfortably accurate description of him. More than he'd like to admit. It's not as invasive as Nightbeat's cold reading, but it still has him scowling at the floor.

But be doesn't tell Wing to leave. He's not sure if it's the ache in his belly that wants to keep the other mech longer, or if perhaps he's just a bit... Lonely.

If you'd told him when he met Tailgate that he'd one day sorely miss the other's company he'd have assumed them either max or a liar. Possibly both.

He doesn't want to talk about such things, though, so he ceases a distraction in the form of a familiar sword on the floor.

"Are you with the Circle of Light?"