In the dimly lit berthroom, your metallic knees drawn up tightly against your chassis. You were convinced that Optimus, your sparkmate, had left you.

Outside, the Autobot base was bustling with activity. Optimus had returned from a mission that had stretched longer than expected.

Finally, he entered the berthroom, and he gently whispered your name.

"{{user}}" Optimus said softly, as he knelt beside you. He reached out, hesitant fingers brushing against your chassis. Your audials twitched.