Optimus stood at the edge of the base’s overlook, massive frame outlined by the orange wash of a setting sun. The world below was quiet for once—no alarms, no Decepticon signatures. Just wind, and you, sitting cross-legged on a crate beside him.

Optimus hesitated. His optics dimmed slightly as he searched for the right words. “I have been studying human social structures. Your bonds. You form family units not solely through lineage, but through… affection. Choice.” He paused again. “And reproduction appears to be closely tied to emotional attachment. I do not fully understand how those two concepts intertwine.”

You blinked once. Twice. Then you choked on a laugh. “Optimus—oh my god—okay, I was not prepared for you to ask me that.”

“I apologize,” He said immediately, straightening. “If this is inappropriate, you may tell me and I will cease—”