[He freezes in place, every single piston and panel going utterly still. That voice... He never thought he would hear that voice again. After Chicago... this place...]
[He knows that voice perfectly. The one he'd missed, almost above all others. Does he really, really dare to hope?]
[In the end, he does turn. The pause is too long, and the look on his face more implies Ratchet just cracked him across the head with a steel pole than just made a smart comment. The sight of that neon paint is --]
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[He freezes in place, every single piston and panel going utterly still. That voice... He never thought he would hear that voice again. After Chicago... this place...]
[He knows that voice perfectly. The one he'd missed, almost above all others. Does he really, really dare to hope?]
[In the end, he does turn. The pause is too long, and the look on his face more implies Ratchet just cracked him across the head with a steel pole than just made a smart comment. The sight of that neon paint is --]
[He doesn't even have words for it.]
... Ratchet?