[Ratchet hesitates, wishing suddenly and powerfully that Krok was here. But he's not, and Fulcrum likely wouldn't accept comfort from him now even if he was.
[So it falls to him. Ratchet shifts, reaching up to cup the back of Fulcrum's helm and tug it down carefully to rest on his shoulder, his free hand sliding towards Fulcrum's back.]
You're all right. [Ratchet's voice is a low rumble.]
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[So it falls to him. Ratchet shifts, reaching up to cup the back of Fulcrum's helm and tug it down carefully to rest on his shoulder, his free hand sliding towards Fulcrum's back.]
You're all right. [Ratchet's voice is a low rumble.]