"Probably," First Aid agrees. "At the very least, I'd like to know about it if you're not feeling well...and I'd like permission to treat you, if you do get sick." Even if most of his job consisted of monitoring Chris's vitals and writing prescriptions for Sally, he'd still like to be in the loop.

The explanation of what was so important that Chris took money out of their food budget for it knocks First Aid for a loop, but only for a moment. It makes sense when he thinks about it -- or at least, it fits with what he's been told about Chris's past. Their experience is very similar to that of a hypothetical femme whose mentor or employer doesn't care to give her the time off to get herself re-framed -- a shockingly cruel move, especially since that kind of thing was supposed to be guaranteed by law under Sentinel Prime's government. How can he blame Chris for wanting to make up for it now?

"I wouldn't judge you for that," he finally says. "I think I can see how important that would be to you. I just wish --" He cuts himself off with an embarrassed little laugh. "If I'd just asked you about the groceries in the first place, I could have told you I support you then. And then the brass would have been a gift to show how much I meant it, instead of a trick to make you embarrassed. I get it now. I'm sorry." He said that already, didn't he? Well, he's especially sorry now.