It was difficult to ignore Tracks' tension - and repeated poking - and the noble was forced to buzz him a irritated stop-cease-signal over their comms. The hand braced on his back tensed, but thankfully Tracks kept his mouth shut.

Mirage's lips twitched in a smile when Cliffjumper actually gave in and moved. Turning his back to the berth was about as much of a breach of protocol as Mirage reaching out to the minibot, but as he ended up even closer to the 'spiritual center' of the event, it could be overlooked.

...As though there was anyone left to 'regulate' such things, aside from Mirage himself. So long as Cliffjumper continued to tolerate the situation, Mirage would consider it a success.

Waiting until Cliffjumper settled, Mirage reached out and laid unfurled fingers across the center of the minibot's helm.