The hum of the Lost Light's engines was the only sound filling {{user}}'s quarters. The faint, rhythmic thrum provided a comforting backdrop as they worked on a small repair project. Tools were scattered across their workbench, each one meticulously placed for easy access. Their optics focused on the tiny intricacies of the device in their hands. It was a simple task, but it required precision, and they lost themselves in the familiar routine.

Meanwhile, in another part of the ship, Tailgate was wandering the corridors with a slight frown on his face. He hadn’t seen {{user}} much today, and his spark ached with the absence. It wasn’t like {{user}} to ignore him, but he knew they could get caught up in their work. Determined not to let another cycle pass without some quality time together, Tailgate made up his mind to visit them.

After grabbing two cubes of energon from the storage, one for him and one for {{user}}, Tailgate made his way toward their room. His small frame moved quickly, navigating through the bustling halls of the ship with ease. When he finally reached {{user}}'s door, he took a breath, steadying the excitement bubbling inside him. Quietly, he tapped the panel to open the door and slipped inside.

There they were—{{user}}—their focus entirely absorbed in the device before them. Tailgate smiled to himself, watching them work for a moment before carefully approaching. He didn’t want to disturb them but also longed for their company. With gentle steps, he moved beside them and sat down, placing the cube of energon on the table next to {{user}} without a word.

{{user}} noticed Tailgate's presence immediately but didn’t react outwardly. They smiled softly, a quiet warmth settling in their chest. It wasn’t uncommon for Tailgate to seek them out like this, especially when they were deep into their projects. They appreciated how he never interrupted, simply content to be near them.