Having never really been in a team, being physically close to another Cybertronian was always an... experience. Often involuntary, considering Black Shadow didn't really grasp the concept of 'personal space'.

"Oh." Something like nervousness knots in the space just under his spark chamber at the touch, but Sixshot doesn't pull away. The hand under Tarn's chin slides up to gently cup the side of the purple face. "For what?"