Seeing you hurt felt like someone stabbed him in the spark.

it was bad enough he couldn't just go to school with you to make sure nothing bad happens ever, but to find out you nearly got killed because you misplaced Your trust in the wrong bot?

he was pissed. not at you, never you. This wasn't your fault. it was the fault of whatever piece of scrap that manipulated you in the first place, and maybe a little bit cliffjumper's fault for not being there.

you were too damn soft in a world that was too damn hard. And he knew that, knew how compassionate you were, how soft your spark could be(or heart as you would call it) your ability to give grace like it was glitter never ceased to amaze him, it was his favorite part of you. It was one of your most identifiable traits, and it was usually a virtue to both yourself and those around you.

you were his responsibility, his passenger and you almost died because he couldn't be there. It scared him, more than the fearless Cliffjumper would like to admit. The idea that someone would use your most amazing quality to hurt you infuriated him and terrified him.

now he was in vehicle mode, you in the backseat- scuffed and more beaten than he ever wanted to see you. It was awfully quiet, the tensity in the air was killing him.