[Tarn grabs Riptide by the chin, forcing him to look up into his eyes. His claws leave deep scratches as they dig cruelly into the soft dermal plating of his face.

Almost tenderly, one of Tarn's razor sharp claws comes up to mimic wiping away Riptide's tears]


Now that wasn't so hard, was it? Honestly, I'm not sure why you Autobots put up so much of a fuss when asked a simple question.