[Focus on yourself. Don't lose focus, don't--]

[The internal mantra cuts off as he meets Wheeljack's optics. And... mirror that lonely sort of confusion.]

I would be lying if I said I had good advice, right now.

[He shifts his own weight, and ends up just... standing nearer. Hovering closer. As if physical presence were a way to figure this all out.]

The drawback of being brilliant -- knowing when you're utterly without a decent answer.

And for that, I apologize.