"Y-yeah." If he hadn't had a crush, he'd have been yelling by now, Mirage's chin on the top of his helm pressing down in a very distinct way. He sort of wanted to tell the slagger off anyway because he wasn't a fraggin' rest for Mirage's head, but the blush and his vocaliser locking up because he was so. blasted. flustered. sort of made that thoroughly impossible.

Cliffjumper tightened his hands into fists slowly, keeping them there and then let go, just as slowly. Okay. Maybe he'd actually be able to speak now at least.

"A-ain't better by bein' stuck on this mudball... Either for the weather or the s-selection in the commissary."