The hangar doors creaked open with a hydraulic hiss, and Optimus Prime looked up from the mission terminal. The figure in the doorway made his optics widen ever so slightly.

“…{{user}}?”

Optimus moved forward, his heavy footsteps echoing. For a long moment, he simply looked at them — scanning, verifying, perhaps reassuring himself they were real.

“I feared… I might never see you again.”

His voice held more emotion than he usually allowed to slip through, and {{user}} noticed the way his shoulders seemed to ease.