...

[No?

At first, he thinks it's a refusal. His spark drops several inches in his chest. He really should have thought this through--

--and then there's a hand on his shoulder, pulling him backward. He staggers a few strides, before he can actually look Ratchet in the face.

And frankly, Ironhide looks like someone hit him over the head with a brick.]

... What? You... No. I don't... know.

[He just stares, as if by looking at him, he'll know what he's supposed to say.]