[He could not have been more grateful for his spotting. When Ratchet goes down, those arms grip him, although not soon enough for his head to tink gently across his chest.

Ratchet's behavior was expected, of course, but he couldn't help but smile softly.]

You have nothing to apologize for, old friend. Even the quickest of medical examinations can leave an Autobot fatigued.

[He's attempting to make light, really.]