[Ratchet's right, because if he were in a similar place he'd likely make a similar choice. If it's between barely being able to function and being able to work at all...well, he does get it. And that's the really awful part. Whirl uses the edge of his rotor to press against the front of his helm for a moment, while he vents, and the other claw clicks rapidly.

Okay.

Okay.

The worst part is knowing if he leaves, and just decides not to, that there's really no one who can. As much as he wants to go get very very drunk or hide in storage until someone else deals with the problem....that is not exactly in the cards. After venting again, Whirl puts his claws up. His optic is wide, his plating's flared, and it's more than a little obvious that he'd decidedly not very fond of where he is at the moment, but he doesn't make to leave.]

If you start apologizing for this I'm going to put your helm through a wall.

[He does not sound quite right, but he's clearly present and working with whatever is going on in his head, which is at least better than most people hope for with him.]

Let me guess, you want this done 'ASAP', don't you.