It was simply convenient to rest his chin between Cliffjumper's horns; convenient and warm, nothing else.

The situation may have forced close-quarters on them, but even that wasn't enough for him to lose his mind and actually touch the horns themselves. No matter how curious he might have been.

"Of course n-not. Far too wet. And dirty. And cold."

Mirage sniffed, giving the doorway another hateful glance without moving his chin from Cliffjumper's helm. He was warm, but he still didn't feel warm enough.