His brows knit and he doesn't know exactly how to deal with the flood of now very vibrant emotions. It leaves him in such distress. It's all he can do to do what feels familiar in the moment and grab Soundwave, dragging him in and burying his face in a shoulder.

It's a lot of sudden memories that bear down on him, a great weight.

He feels a burning behind his eyes and he has no idea why.

Why, express such a weak thing?

Something I would have done.

You crybaby.