Starscream was silent for a long time, his gaze flicking up and down the slim mech, considering. Concerned. At least as far as he could be. After the quiet, he flexed his wings and decided to commit to it.

"You wanna tell me what's wrong?"

He was actually somewhat proud of the question, and the quiet, non-aggressive way in which he'd asked it. It was taking millions of years, but he was learning.