First Aid didn't really have all the optic components ready and repaired to show weeping, but his field ripples with it. He has his arm full of wolf head and he wishes he could hug it tighter, but his grip is fragile even as he tries curling his fingers around him.

He didn't have anything comforting to say to that. He never really believed that Tarn wouldn't savage him, especially after the mech had nearly crushed his neck cabling at the party, but at the same time he had the armor that Megatron's disappointment had afforded him.

"Really?" Because Sixshot had been there to see Tarn pick him up by the neck and slam his head into a table.

That was a warning sign First Aid should have probably picked up on, but at the time he was too drunk and hurt emotionally to really rationally assess his life may be in danger in the future.