The hand slips free from Fulcrum's, resting onto his shoulder now. At this point his optics are locked with Krok's, and he gets a good look at his captain's determination.

"But, I--" Fulcrum winces. "I. I lied to you! I lied to everyone and you all still stood up for me. You got hurt for it and-- and poor Flywheels--"

Anxiously, he wrings his hands. He doesn't know what makes this better, honestly. He'd been prepared ever since he saw Krok again for his captain to be furious with him, because any other Decepticon in their right mind would have been. Any other Decepticon would have thrown him to the DJD. Krok and the rest are so very atypical, and Fulcrum loves that about them.

But it also means that he didn't trust them all completely initially. If Fulcrum had trusted them, maybe things would have turned out differently. He can't take that back, though. He can only live with the fact that Flywheels is dead and Krok was maimed and everyone else was Listed because of him.

He doesn't like that he can't get another word in otherwise. Fulcrum frowns and sighs, folding his arms.

"That sounds like something he would say," he muses softly. "As far as Autobots and the rumors go, Ratchet isn't too bad."