[Wheeljack tries for a smile and fails] I would leave him with my lord, but... [There is that expression again, uncertain and unhappy, both at what Antlers may do, but also at how close he is coming at admitting to Donnie that he hadn't told his lord where he is going, or told anybody else at all] He has had... a complicated relationship with minicons, and Windshear in particular prefers your company.

[He then waves a hand dismissively, though that same concerned expression gives him away. He never had been particularly good at disguising his thoughts]

I will be leaving soon, several days from now. I have been assured that by then, the sling around my doorwing will be removed, as my systems will have had the opportunity to effect internal repairs. I must simply, ah. Be careful. And I intend to. I remember your scolding from last time.