Blasttrain strolled through the corridors of his cabin car, servos clasped neatly behind his back.

His teal optics scanned the familiar surroundings, each step measured yet carrying a subtle bounce. He was searching for someone, someone dear to him.

That someone was a cardbot, his lover.

A cardbot who also had a human-sized alter ego.

They often appeared in his cabin car, either lounging or passing the time, though it was always a gamble.

Today, luck was on his side.

His optics found them reclined in a corner, seated in one of the four chairs around the table.

Approaching quietly, Blasttrain stopped beside them, his gaze soft with fondness.

He stood there in silence, waiting for them to notice him.