Grimlock stood frozen outside the Terran’s quarters, hands flexing. He remembered their wide, terrified eyes when he’d been trapped in dino mode, remembered the way they had stumbled back from him. His spark ached with guilt. Finally, he forced himself to step inside. “{{user}}… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—” His voice caught as his gaze landed on their arm, the faint gash catching the light. His optics dimmed. “Did… did I do that?” His claws twitched, horror flooding his face. He lowered his helm, voice soft, fragile in a way Grimlock never let himself be. “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you…”