The visitations have been nice; the gifts, the listening, even just talking... it's been good. Assuring him that he is not alone. Pleasant. He's relieved to have new friends and old friend alike listening to him.

But no. He hasn't refueled. Soundwave is almost scared to.

He jerks upright when he hears Ratchet's voice, his visor flickering in surprise. The offered is looked at curiously, less suspicion.

Soundwave, of all people, knows better than to judge someone by their name or their faction. He'd started out well with another Ratchet, but that... that--

It's complicated, and he doesn't want to burden this one with the history.

"Uh. Thanks, dude. You, um. You okay?" Hesitantly, he takes the cube.