[Ratchet, especially after so many years working for the Prime, had become fairly easy to read. In a way, it amused Optimus (as much as he could be amused) in the way that Ratchet always seemed like he tried to hide it. Those blue eyes flick gently at the medic, a soft and knowing smile creeping across his face.]

So I am noticing. Ratchet, if there is anything I can do that will make your stay more...tolerable...

[He sees the monitor smack and gently takes his hand, lowering it. He's giving you that puppy face, Ratchet. Can you handle it?]

You only need inform me.