The tension melts from his frame as quick as it'd come. It idly occurs to Sixshot that he's possibly too quick to trust Tarn again- but then Tarn hadn't turned it on him yet, has he?

And if nothing else, Sixshot's immense power had always afforded him the ability to trust, for better or for worse.

"Tarn," his is voice is soft now, his snout pressed against the side of his friend's helm in quiet apology, tongue slipping gently between the cables of the DJD commander's neck. "Whatever happens between us, promise me that no harm will come to him."