[Bumblebee is pointedly not looking at Riptide, instead looking himself over to make sure he didn't put any more dents in his casing, but isn't making any effort to pull himself up and out of the snow drift. He lives here now.]

Sure! I'm totally fine! I'm in a completely different universe with a whole bunch of bots who keep telling me I'm the wrong version of me, all on my own! Nobody else knows what the slag is up with my weird fuel tanks or why energon is in short supply or that hey! The war ended centuries ago! And Autobots are trying to kill me! Totally chilled.

[He sits up after the outburst, frowning down at his snow covered feet.]

I wanna go home.