"Of course not," Ratchet says, scrubbing a hand over his face, guilt twisting in his own belly. "I wouldn't--no. That's not--" Real convincing, Ratchet, stellar work. He sighs and swallows, getting a grip on himself.

"I'd just, well. Want you to be sure that's something you'd... want. With anyone, really, after the week you've had."