Optimus and Ironhide sat him down in Prime's office.
"Cosmos...there have been...some..."
"Complaints?" There always were. It was why he never told anyone about his preferences. How they found out, he had no idea. He left Autobots alone. He respected their privacy and their space. He didn't bend over to sniff the freshly burned rubber on the pavement, no matter how hard he broke out into a coolant sweat at the temptation. "What have I done wrong?"
Optimus shook his head. "I'm sorry. You just...make the others uncomfortable."
Ironhide cut in. "Shoot, son, ah don't even know what it ees, but ya just scare the bots! Ya didn't do nothin' wrong, neither."
True. He just didn't fit in anywhere. At all. Ever. He felt the shame and guilt creep up on him again. "I still want to help."
"You will," Optimus reassured him, glancing at Ironhide again. "We're going on a mission to find more energy, soon. It would help to have a scout find us viable planets first. " He nodded to Ironhide, who stood up and pointed to a quadrant.
"We'd lahk ya to start heere-"