Tarn’s optic’s widen in something similar to panic. Knotted to a furious Phase Sixer is exactly where he does not want to be. And yet, he can barely lean away from Sixshot’s gleaming teeth as they flash next to his helm, seemingly ready to strike.

It’s Tarn’s turn to be insulted now as his partner brushes off his heartfelt confession of affection. His gaze turns steely and cold in a snap and his voice chills to match.

“They fought. Megatron is fine, no need to be so concerned.”

It’s as if the six changer doesn’t trust his ability to keep things under control; as if Tarn doesn’t care about Megatron’s safety.