He says nothing but a small grunt of confirmation, stretching out and watching Shockwave do his work.

Eyes half-lidded, slightly annoyed. He's suddenly hit with a wave of unfamiliar nostalgia. It makes him growl and narrow his eyes. Something so familiar.

He swears they've done this before.

No. Not his memories. Not important. He pushes back the notion of wanting to be together. Asking Shockwave to hold him. It puts a bitter taste in his mouth. It's all weak notions.

Probably just the feeling of vulnerability from not having his suit on.