Little more needs to be said. The gun shifts his legs apart slightly, an invitation. His hand moves to Tarn's bracing against his wrist so he can sit up.

He's lithe and wiry compared to the massive tank, slender hands scraping down his chassis roughly. That's really all he needs to be told to catch a hint. It's a rather easy hint to catch, after all, he was getting bothered by sitting around being pet for that long without anything more.