Wheeljack ducked sheepishly, his optics still bright as he rubbed the side edge of a vocal flange - a reflexive gesture of embarrassment. "Y-yeah, that too." The comment came out a chuckle. The joy on his best friend's face - this was his best friend, even if their exact experiences and their paths diverged a little (or a lot) at some point in their considerably long pasts - was a delight to see, warming his spark alongside his own joy and relief.

At the question, he nodded firmly. Ratchet, his best friend, was here. Whatever else happened, whatever else was their new reality, he had at least that one grounding wire. That, truly, was all - and the best - he could ask for.

"Yeah, Ratch. I'll be fine. You go do whatcha need ta do. We can talk some more later. If there's anything - anything - I can do ta help, lemme know. Otherwise, just gimme a call when things settle down again, okay?" He held up the comm ring.