Rotorstorm's not nervous. Not in the least. He isn't meeting up with any strange intentions, he's also not meeting up with the mech whose spark he'd put through emotional torture, only to rope him further in to a relationship that was more roller coaster ride than romance which culminated in an awful parting of ways that had left Rotorstorm more desperate than he had felt in a long time. Oh, Primus no, not at all.
But true to form, he's going to be the mech he has to be. He's going to be decent and buy Trailbreaker a drink. He'll put on a smile, he'll do his party tricks, he'll apologize and that will be that. That'll take care of business and maybe shut the thoughts up he's been having. It's so difficult to do stuff when he can't get out of his head, when he's stuck with a thought on repeat. Especially if those thoughts are all about how he'd completely ruined TB's life. Or something like that.
He makes his way to the bar, slipping into one of the quiet corners, picking a corner table only because he wants to talk away from prying, nosy gossip mongers. It's all he can offer the other mech, anyway.