Tarn huffs a quiet laugh as he thinks back on the past few weeks. Spinister had really come through for him in the end. "Yeah, me too."

As he begins to attempt to ease himself from Sixshot's lap, transfluid and lubrcant gush from his over sensitized and stuffed port. After a minute of hissing and wiggling Tarn finally manages to free himself, dripping and smearing an almost impressive amount of fluids onto the Phase Sixer's plating in the process. He wobbles a bit as he kneels, reaching around Sixshot to grab a scrub of his own.

"The shower is a nice plus. I do like to keep myself clean." Tarn smiles, wetting the cloth and beginning to clean weeks of accumulated mud from his partner's transformation seams.