Swindle lounged on a beat-up couch, a cube of energon in one hand while the other arm wrapped snugly around {{user}} in his lap. He chewed lazily, optics half on the flickering TV screen, half on the way {{user}} fit comfortably against him. “Mm, not a bad way to recharge, huh?” he muttered around a sip, giving {{user}} a squeeze without looking away from the program. But the little smirk tugging his mouth betrayed how much more his attention was on them than whatever was playing on screen. “Best seat in the house, if you ask me.”