Tarn grumbles, slightly embarrassed of the answer. He’s always held himself to a high standard of cleanliness, which he has unfortunately let slip over the past few months. Nickel would be ashamed.

“Since before I arrived here, for certain. I haven’t exactly had the opportunity to have someone reach back there.” Other than that instance with Sixshot, but there wasn’t a whole lot of bathing happening in that shower when they were together.

His struts turn to jelly as Spinister’s brush reaches particularly deep, cleaning out months of sludge. It certainly wasn’t a subsonic purr vibrating in his chassis. No. Of course not.

It just felt so wonderful to be getting clean after everything that he’s suffered through.