Tarn hears the word muttered under Rampage’s breath and squints suspiciously. Delicious? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

The thought is quickly tossed aside as he presses even further into Tarn’s personal life. His business with First Aid has nothing to do with Sixshot and everything to do with the small medic’s attitude and lack of respect. Regardless, the accusation and mere mention of his ex-lover sends him into a blind fury fueled by regret and sorrow.

Tarn finds his hands reaching up to Rampages shoulders and shoving the mech with all of his strength.

“—know nothing!—“ He bellows, voice pitching strangely and tinged with static as he pushes his volume.