"Eh, if we're talkin' 'bout what I wish, I fraggin' well wish this was over with. Didn't have to do it. That I could just---" Cutting himself off, Cliffjumper dragged a hand down his faceplates, looking down at the floor in embarrassment of almost having admitted to being way more affected than he should be (as he saw it, anyway).

"... As long as we're wishin', what'd ya wish?" Not exactly looking up from the floor he was staring at, Cliffjumper nonetheless briefly angled his helm to give Optimus a look out of the corner of his vision.