He couldn't quite help the grimace when Mirage mentioned the whole thing as well, and briefly he wondered if Jazz would've told Mirage how it had gone down... but no, he wouldn't do that.

"You... what for?" Cliffjumper looked up at Mirage, optics flickering a little in his confusion. He felt, vaguely, like he wanted to be annoyed or frustrated, but since he couldn't even figure out what Mirage meant, what was necessary for them to figure out, Cliffjumper just frowned.

They had to act like a couple, what else was there to figure out?

... Well, besides him having to spend at least a week and up to a month playing at something he wanted but couldn't have. It was almost enough to make him flush with frustrated embarrassment.