Things had been weird ever since the passing of their leader. Something was just missing. Ratchet watched Smokescreen quietly as he he toyed with the lantern. Ratchet wanted to smile. He had wanted to for a while now. Everyone was so excited to get Cybertron back onto it's feet once more. To help the new sparklings. But, Ratchet couldn't find it in himself to smile.

Ratchet tilted his head as he looked down at Smokescreen. He shook his head softly as he lifted a hand to rest it over Smokescreen's shoulder. "I don't believe so." Ratchet said quietly as he also stared up at the stars. He pursed his lips, a heavy sigh passing through his vents.

"We have our own methods of dealing with such a loss." Ratchet's gaze fell back down to the lantern in Smokescreen's hands. "...Only time can heal such wounds."