It's hard to hide the slight hitch in his ventilations, tight and nervous. This frightens him more than Tarn: losing the thing that matters most to him in the world...through his own fault.

One hand reaches, as the jet's optics close, but he pulls back, afraid to touch, afraid it's unwelcome, his hand hovering almost brushing Wing's cheek. "...Wing." He couldn't think of what else to say for a long moment. "Wing. When...the only other time I've ever been important to anyone, it was Megatron. And that was only for what I could do, not who I was." Megatron had sent Lockdown to find him, because he wanted his soldier back, nothing more.

"Tarn isn't the police force's job. Not yet. All he's done is threaten and that's not a crime."

He turns his face away. He has no answer to that. Any of it. It seemed so...sensible, when he'd though of it, the best way to get the information seen by as many minds as possible, as many mechs capable of figuring out how Tarn worked.

"I was...going to..._{with Saber}." See? He had a plan. Sort of.

"Wing. Ultra Magnus got upset last time because things happened and I didn't do anything. I'm doing something. It's the only thing I can do."