This is why he doesn't come around much anymore. This is exactly why. He tenses- tempted to push Soundwave away- get up and leave. Something binds him there. He still turns his head away from the touch.

He wants to leave. There's something that hurts him.

His helmet folds back into itself and Soundwave is left to stare at his gaunt, pale face. Hair hangs down to his chin, the rest clawed back into a short ponytail. It sticks to his face in places. A bit dirty.

Nothing here is clean.

He looks like a dead man.