It was...disorienting. He didn't think he was taking it as 'badly' as Megatron had, but the longer the silence went on, the more off Orion felt.

Megatron's eventual movement was a relief, and the press of crest-to-helm was soothing. He took the offered hand quickly enough, standing- only to stagger a bit at the claim.

"Ah. Really? Er, you're welcome?" Helm ducking, he rubbed at the back of his neck with his free hand.

"It would be an honor?"