"First Aid!" Sixshot exclaims in horror when the medic faceplants right into Rampage's aft, his spark skipping a few beats. He's halfway onto his hands and knees, frozen in the middle of reaching out when First Aid shifts to hug Rampage.

Oh. Thank Primus.

He hovers a bit uselessly off to the side, watching the exchange-

And his spark sinks with a sudden guilt when First Aid tells Rampage he loves him. Quickly, the six-former turns away, embarrassment pinning his wings back. This was... he probably wasn't supposed to be seeing this.