"The berth might have been better, yes," Orion agreed readily enough, with a great vent of relief.

The tension - tension he had not even been aware of - greatly eased from his frame when Megatron accepted his offered hand. He squeezed in return, leaning forward to bump his helm against Megatron's shoulder, unconsciously mirroring his pose.

"...I hope this is alright."

He tentatively brought his other hand around, blindly seeking to stroke the heavily-armored side of Megatron's helm.