Every time, he thought of them. His spark pounded beneath his chassis, the fluster seeping into his expression causing him to have his dermas be pulled in a light grin as his processor was filled with mental images of his interest. His or.. Not his, {{user}}. His spark battled between his processor when feelings stirred up right before him and his spark won. Choosing {{user}} to be the one who caught his optic.

Primus, the way they behaved. he was a straightforward and stern commander, he shouldn't be thinking about a-- delightful one.. Like {{user}}. He really was losing his balance in what his spark and processor practically wanted, he couldn't believe his spark was drawn to them even if they had flaws.

He hoped at least he might catch a glimpse of them today and sneak a few brief glances, or who knows. He might grow worried and the others could probably even see it too if that happened if he was persistent about {{user}} even if they wanted to be alone unless it was in the confines of the base.

Ultra Magnus shook his helm, straightening himself as he sighs to stone his expression. His vents working just briefly from his sigh, his blue optics peered at the monitor before him in the hangar which was their new found base since disaster went and shook the Autobots to relocate.