Tarn's body heaves as he pants, armor ticking and pinging as metal begins to cool and treads rustle as shiver rips through him. He's not sure if he could stand even if he wasn't still stuck to his partner. Instead, he clutches tightly to the Phase Sixer's shoulders in an attempt to ground himself.

Sixshot's gentle touches bring him out of his daze, just slightly. He attempts to speak but just spits static as his processor tries to catch up. After a moment a resets his vocalizer with a soft click. Tarn turns his face into Sixshot's neck, resting the cracked crest of his mask against his shoulder.

"Well you didn't hold back, that's for certain." He huffs a laugh, grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'm impressed."