[What can he even say to that? Is there anything?]
[He falls silent. She can't see it, but... he bows his head, hands scrubbing over his face. Hearing this -- it calls to mind the uncertainties of his own. When had he spoken to Sideswipe last? Really spoken. Not tossed words over a battlefield.]
[He won't say "I'm sorry". It's too trite. Too cliche.]
... take a break if you need it, kid.
[And he'll pretend the words don't come out rougher than usual.]
[voice]
[What can he even say to that? Is there anything?]
[He falls silent. She can't see it, but... he bows his head, hands scrubbing over his face. Hearing this -- it calls to mind the uncertainties of his own. When had he spoken to Sideswipe last? Really spoken. Not tossed words over a battlefield.]
[He won't say "I'm sorry". It's too trite. Too cliche.]
... take a break if you need it, kid.
[And he'll pretend the words don't come out rougher than usual.]