[Bumblebee presses his forehead against Riptide's, watching him quietly as silence takes over. After a long moment, he pulls back, slumping back onto the berth in front of Riptide, searching for something--anything--that'll help him figure out what to do.

is vocaliser is quavering when he talks again, unsure if he wants the answers to the questions he's asking. Or even if he's going to get them.]

Please tell me that's not you, Rip. You're the big funny guy who comes and rescues my sorry aft when I'm sulking, and makes me feel like I'm not all alone here. You're my friend...