"Optimus."

But what is there to say? Ratchet hesitates for a long, pained moment, just staring as Optimus covers his face. Orion... that had been easy, almost. Easier. This... there were no words he could come up with to soothe this. There never had been.

He just reaches out instead, settling a hand on Optimus' shoulder and pressing his lips together, his optics dim and quiet.