Ratchet heard the young bot, but wasn't able to respond before those arms of his wrapped around his shoulders. The medic still wasn't used to such affection from others, which is why he tensed a little, his antennae wriggling in surprise. But he relaxed. Smokescreen, he could make an exception for. He had looked up to Optimus as a role model. And Ratchet knew the mech was in need of attention.

The old bot huffed a hard sigh through his vents before he glanced over his shoulder at the younger mech. "For you? No, I suppose I'm not." He tried to offer a small smile.

Oh, Optimus was far better at this than he was.

"What is it, Smokescreen?"