He reached out and pulled the flyer towards him, trying to offer him some comfort. "I'm sorry Thundercracker.

This world may seem like a paradise in some ways, away from the wars... but it's not as nice as it seems. I know it's hard, and I'm sorry, but I'm here for you." He could remember Soundwave and what the mech had been through, and nothing seemed right about how it had happened and then later he had left. He did his best to be soothing towards the flyer, without trying to quiet him, let the mech talk or rage, or rail against a comforting force, something that he can wear out the unhappiness against. That was what Megatron wanted to be for him at this moment.