[He's taken aback by his actions, optics flickering from their hands up to the taller autobot. Ratchet knows that face all too well, he almost has it engraved in his own mind. His hand still hangs almost willingly within the Prime's hand as the medic's other hand waves dismissively.]

It's alright. Like I said, I'm still adjusting. Not only that, you have more things to worry about than my silly needs.

Keeping Megatron and his Decepticons at bay is our top priority.