Listening to Mirage first rip into the wrapping and then start to slow down, Cliffjumper shifted on his feet.

Bit his lip and felt his optics brighten and his field twitch at Mirage's gasp and the tone of voice, and he chanced a glance over his shoulder and cursed himself for looking.

Mostly because it was such a sweet expression, and he really didn't need to add that to things he'd seen.

(Yes, he did.)

"... you're welcome," Cliffjumper muttered, staring hard at the view out the window.