Bumblebee was mid-way through fine-tuning Twitch’s arm servos when a voice—familiar enough to freeze his energon—echoed through the barn. He turned.

“{{user}}…?”

They stood in the doorway, framed by daylight, looking exactly the same and entirely different all at once. He’d long since stopped believing they’d cross paths again—after that last mission, after they’d gone radio silent, after so much time. Bee just stared for a beat too long before managing,

“You’re—uh—you’re actually here?”