Ratchet mutters something unflattering and likely vulgar, though it's not clear precisely at whom it's directed.

"Yeah, I'm sure he put a lot of effort into it," he says, scowling. "I doubt Rodimus knows what's on Rodimus' mind a solid third of the time, but it doesn't matter. I still--"

The words are cut short and Ratchet looks away, his optics dimming as he cycles his vents slowly.

"I still hate that it happened. And sure, fine, Rodimus didn't force you, but I'm still not sorry I came to bring you home."