So much for that peaceful, post-overload relaxation.

It took him a moment to catch what Megatron meant, given the fuzz in his processor, but when he did, Orion winced at the reminder. He automatically checked his ignored-up-until-now chronometer, wincing again when he found himself to be more than a breem over.

"...Ah. I apologize. Keeping track of time is generally a...annoyance, in such situations. I've have to remember to set an alarm."

He ducked his helm, abashed. At least there still could be a next time.

Then he frowned. Something about the tremble in Megatron's voice...

"...Are you alright?"

Prying himself off of Megatron's chest, he glanced down at the mech, concerned.