[Swerve lets out a few hisses of pain and resists the urge to push Magnus away. Things tend to hurt less when done by the person who's damage it is, but he's been passing out on and off for quite some time. It says a lot that he's not sure if he can trust his hands, which are digging into Magnus' wrists pretty hard. They loosen when he becomes conscious of the pressure, and he eventually settles for a repetitive squeezing motion.
He tries for a coherent word at least once and hacks up a bit of energon instead, then traces the word 'sorry' onto Magnus' plating. Now that he gets a good look at Magnus through all the haze of pain and energon-loss, he's seeing how badly the other mech is damaged. That garners a look of sympathy and a small pat on the wrist. A poor consolation, he knows, but it's all he's really in the position to offer.]
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He tries for a coherent word at least once and hacks up a bit of energon instead, then traces the word 'sorry' onto Magnus' plating. Now that he gets a good look at Magnus through all the haze of pain and energon-loss, he's seeing how badly the other mech is damaged. That garners a look of sympathy and a small pat on the wrist. A poor consolation, he knows, but it's all he's really in the position to offer.]