Prowl hasn't laughed at one of Chromedome's jokes in a very, very long time.

He shrugs and pushes past. Years of being extremely aware of how much even the tiniest bit of body movement can say about a person had taught Chromedome how to hide himself. He saw the laboratory and knew instantly why Prowl brought him here.

On the surface, he seemed completely indifferent. Deep down, however, anger, fear, hurt engulfed his spark. Memories of a past life threatened to invade. A life that Rewind had saved him from.

"I see."

His voice was casual. When wasn't it?

"A present from Liege I take it?"