Tarn stiffens slightly but doesn't push Spinister away as he begins listing into his personal space. If anything the slow contended dim of his optics sends a spike of warm affection through Tarn. This familiar calm camaraderie was definitely something that he had missed.

Dipping his rag in the warm cleanser, he goes right for the rotor hub, wiping away a stray smear of grease near the blade root before setting in to do a deep clean.