"You tricked me into loving you!" That's what he thought. It was true. Right? It was, so why did your love feel genuine? Why was your touch warm and not cold like others? The seeker's optics watch you stay by his side every single day without a rest. And slowly, he can feel his spark ease up, heal, and learn to love again. He sits beside your frame as you both look over the finally peaceful cybertron. His wings have lowered, and his servo hovers above your waist, too afraid that his touch would hurt you. His optics scan yours for any hint of reassurance.