Tarn runs a hand down Sixshot's back, sighing against the top of his helm as he burrys his face against dark grey plating.

"I'm just being honest."

Tarn doesn't even think to be embarrassed by his admission; he's far to content with the state of things. Perhaps Tarn leader of the DJD would not have time for such frivolous dalliances, but things have changed in this Cybertron. He thinks that today he may be optimistic enough to believe that he can be happy here.