He... smiles a little. It's faint, a bare flicker, but it's there for a moment, all the same. He still has no real idea of how to deal with others, but hearing that makes him feel better about what he's done so far. Like there's hope.

His first inclination is to pull away from the hands on his shoulders. Because they're wrong -- they're not the hands they should be, that he's used to. But, no. He knows who this is. It's Soundwave, and it's safe. He shakes his head.

"I can," he says, and his hands slowly lower. "If it, if anything, takes my memories... it takes me." His expression is stricken. "They're how I know... how I know I'm alive at all."

At the offer though, some of his panic seems to ease. "You can do that?"