"Hmpf. You prefer freezing, s-status lock, and possible death instead? I needn't remind you about Jetfire and what happened to him. He's lucky to have s-survived."

Mirage's jaw clacked stiffly from the cold, making him stutter. Sullenly, he curled down further, face ending up half-way down the back of Cliffjumper's helm.

He stubbornly refused to consider the more social consequences of 'cuddling' like this.

No matter how blissful the faint heat of another frame was.

"If you're worried about my armor and heat-retention, you could always help."