He didn't need Orion this close, because he wasn't sure he'd be able to hide the heat from the charge cracking over his circuits, or his engine running in a different pitch than normal idling.

"Yes, thank you, I'm fine, Orion." Despite the snappy tone, Megatron took the offered hand automatically to lever himself upright the last bit needed.

Scrubbing his faceplate, Megatron paced for a moment or two, rerouting his excess arousal charge into joints even if that made them ache before he looked up and down a Orion again.

"If you want, I can explain, but do you want it now or later? Because he was right, you know. You may end up knowing more than you want." Megatron finally stopped, clasping his hands behind his back, optics dim and serious.