"Doesn't look like you had a great time, no." He said it dryly, without real judgement. Even if he can't really help, he reached up, put his hand on a metallic arm.

If there was ever a time a man felt very small, it was the first time that he attempted to give a mech a comforting pat as if it would do any good. And in that moment, having some sort of physical confirmation that Cyclonus was indeed a big metal person and not some figment of his imagination. Completely different from touching the quiet shell of a Metal Gear.

Never mind that bewildering thought of almost wonder, something had happened here. He looked at what he had picked up, the thing Cyclonus had dropped, and then back to him.

"Should I go get Tailgate?"