Wiping his servos clean of energon, Tarn hums quietly to himself, lost in thought. He and the rest of the D.J.D. had just gotten back from eliminating another few cons from the list, and during their mission... they'd passed by normal, neutral Cybertronian family units. Sires and carriers and... sparklings.

He paused, his processor replaying those images of little cybertronians running around, still not fully able to move about, but trying.

He tilts his helm, considering...

Walking into your shared berthroom a moment later, Tarn searched for you, his sparkmate.

"Beloved?" He called, looking around before finding you in your adjacent laboratory, fiddling with something or another. He watches you for a moment, feeling affection surge in his lines.

As Tarn watches you, he tries to imagine a sparkling between you two. A little one with his purple colouring but your build. Or perhaps the reverse? Hmm...