The gentle nuzzle does little to sooth Tarn's wounded pride; though it does ease some of the tension in his frame. He turns his head away, uneasy with the topic of conversation. He hopes that his insecurity doesn't leak into his field.

Trying to smooth things back out he glances at Sixshot, red optics dim. There is not room for petulance on his part in this situation. This isn't about him, or his hurt feelings; it's about Megatron.

"I promise."

The words come softly, rumbling in his chassis.