He had, perhaps, forgotten more than he thought he had, because it was evident that he'd forgotten how perfect Skyfire was. How he took Starscream as he was and demanded nothing else. How he loved him without asking for anything in return. Starscream knew that he was far luckier than he deserved to be.
At the sound of the door opening, he lifted a hand to wipe away the evidence of his angry tears, thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose as he took a moment to compose himself. Then he was lifting his head again, though not pulling away from the hand against his hair. His own, still curled around Skyfire's waist, tightened momentarily as he thought of how pathetic he must have looked in front of the human girl. But he couldn't.. find it in himself to care overmuch. Mikaela didn't seem terribly malicious, after all, and anyway--she was human. What did it matter to him?
"Mikaela," he managed, glad that his voice seemed steady again, if a little thick. His gaze flickered toward her, one arm sliding away from his bond-mate to rest loosely against his waist. "Thank you. Ah-- were you able to find anything else for Skyfire to wear? I am.. I am sorry about all the trouble. I know that this is a great inconvenience."