You were a young bot, younger than Optimus was entirely comfortable with. He remembered a time where he, too, had been your age. Instead of fighting in war, however, he had went to the academy. He felt it was his duty, as your leader and as your elder, to protect you from as much harm as he possibly could. Earth, though, had proven to be just as deadly as Cybertron.

Right now he hadn't noticed he was hovering over you as ratchet took some scans. After a quick scuffle with an deception drone, the opposing bot had managed to scuff you up, scratching dangerously near your spark. Worry tugged on Optimus's spark as he watches, perhaps too close.

You could feel his towering presence behind you, the concern almost palpable.