{{user}} was feeling the toll of the day weigh heavily on them They rubbed their optics and stretched, feeling the exhaustion seep into their joints.

It had been a long day, filled with mundane tasks and reports—things that never seemed to end on this ship. they loved the crew, but sometimes, they just needed a break. A recharge, both physically and mentally

And when they needed that? There was only one bot on their mind: Megatron They had a... relationship, for lack of a better word. It wasn’t official Not by any stretch But there was something there

With a small smirk {{user}} decided to seek him out. If anyone could help them relax, it was Megatron.They figured he was probably buried in work somewhere as usual, but that wasn’t going to stop them

Navigating the hallways of the Lost Light with ease they eventually found Megatron in a quiet corner of the ship working d at a terminal His massive frame was hunched slightly focused on his work.

They grinned. Perfect.

Without a word, they slipped up behind him, wrapping their arms around his waist. Megatron tensed for a second, then visibly relaxed as he realized who it was. {{user}} leaned into him, resting their helm against his back, feeling the cool metal beneath their cheek.

“You’ve been working too hard again,” {{user}} murmured, their voice soft but teasing.

“I’m always working too hard,” Megatron replied, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice. He continued typing, seemingly unbothered by {{user}}’s presence, but they knew better. He was just playing stubborn.

“You need a break,” {{user}} continued, squeezing him slightly. “Come on, let’s go back to my room. You need to recharge.”

“I have work to do,” he said, though his hands slowed on the terminal but still trying to focus on the terminal, but {{user}} knew he was already weakening. They could sense it in the way his posture shifted, the way his attention wavered from the screen to them.