Tarn turns his face away as Rampage leans closer. The almost affectionate contact makes him uncomfortable, and he feels utterly humiliated and trapped as his heart breaks in front of his enemy. He’s pathetic. His fingers try to twitch out of Rampage’s grip, but the laced digits hold him fast.

“wasn’t supos— to find—“ He wasn’t supposed to find out. No one was supposed to know beside himself, and Helex, when he eventually had the parts smelted down.

Tarns optics snap back to Rampage as his hand is lifted up to his face. The affectionate nuzzle has Tarn balking, and before he realizes what he’s doing, he’s ripping his hand free and delivering a powerful slap to the toothy face hovering above him.