Should he tell? Sixshot peers quietly at First Aid's face, tired in a way he'd never before.

"Tarn." He pushes his head very, very gently under his friend's arm, rumbling quietly. "Tarn happened. He claimed you'd... 'exploited' him."

He'd been quietly wallowing in that for a long, long while, wondering if he'd been wrong to side against Tarn, wondering if he should have been mediating instead.

The problem was First Aid couldn't say and the doubt was eating him alive. He can't imagine First Aid being able to do much of anything to Tarn if the DJD commander didn't want it done but...

Damn his doubts.