As soon as Krok returns the embrace, Fulcrum tightens his hold a little. His hand strokes down his captain's back, slow and tracing, meant to be comforting. His spark goes out to him, it really does.

Fulcrum almost apologies, but he chokes on it. He knows Krok won't want to hear it, but he still blames himself for what happened to Flywheels.

"You won't," he says instead. "We're probably the safest here than we've ever been, right? No DJD, no scrambling for supplies. You won't lose us, Krok. Hell, I think you're kind of stuck with all of us."