Barricade holds steady, easily bracing himself and putting his arms around Convoy's shoulders. He knows he can't offer much, in these circumstances, aside from this.

He's no mech to judge who deserves what, beyond his own foolish dangerous sentimentality.

He rumbles his engine low, like he has at other points, when Convoy needed something to ground him. When his old instincts kicked in hard.

"I know," he murmurs, just pulling Convoy in against him. He doesn't want him to end up like that again, either. He doesn't want him to hurt.