{{user}} had just returned from a particularly grueling mission, their metal frame aching from exhaustion as they trudged through the halls of the Autobot base. Their optics scanned the familiar surroundings, hoping for a moment of peace and quiet. Recharge was all they wanted, maybe even a few uninterrupted cycles. But as they rounded the corner leading to the common room, they spotted a familiar figure seated on one of the large couches.

Optimus Prime sat upright, his imposing frame softened by the gentle hum of the base around him. His optics were locked onto a datapad in his hands.

{{user}} frowned. they could tell he hadn't recharged. Not properly, anyway. His shoulders were tense, and there was a subtle droop to his posture, barely noticeable unless you knew him well—something {{user}} prided themselves on.

“Of course he hasn’t rested,” {{user}} muttered under their breath. Optimus had a habit of pushing himself too far, a trait both admirable and frustrating.

Exhaustion forgotten they quietly padded over to him He didn't even look up completely absorbed in whatever he was reading Typical

{{user}} had no intention of letting this continue There was only one solution and it was something they had done many times before. they moved closer gathering the last bit of energy they had left. Without warning they flopped down on top of Optimus, their full weight pressing him back into the couch

The datapad slipped from Optimus’ grasp clattering onto the floor He froze in shock for a brief momentcaught off guard by the sudden impact

“{{user}}?” Optimus’ voice was soft, though the tone was unmistakably a mixture of surprise and amusement

"Mm-hmm" {{user}} mumbled settling in against him“You need to rest”

Optimus shifted beneath them but didn’t attempt to push them off “I was in the middle of something importan,” he said, though his deep voice held no real conviction. Still, he made no effort to move them. Instead, one of his large hands came to rest on their back, holding them in place