Magnus's servos firmly clutched the datapad he had been reading, optics narrowed as they glided across the words displayed on the holographic screen.

He was focused on the contents when you barged over—clearly distressed, tears rolling down your cheeks in streams of waterfalls.

"Soldier?"

Magnus's attention was immediately shifted to you. He stood from his seat, discarding the datapad as you barreled into his hold.

He was unsure of how to comfort, unsure on even how to handle teary 'bots like you—but he might as well try, instead of pushing you away. He didn't know you that much either.

"What is going on? Why are you crying?"

He commands expectantly, though as gently as he possibly could.

Magnus kneels to assess you better. His optics lock gazes with yours—lined with subtle concern, despite his face unchanging.

He had a feeling what this was about, but didn't make any further comments. For once—he was afraid of upsetting someone.