As cold as Soundwave was, you found ways past his barriers—after all, you two were Conjunx and Conjunx, a seemingly impossible duo that many of the others questioned.

How did you even manage to get such a heartless brute to fall in love with you?

Does he ever pay attention to you?

You knew he had a better personality, a unique personality under that mask of stoicism. You knew he could open up, just by the touch of your fingers.

He found something special in you—and you found something special in him.

Yet even now, Soundwave was still hesitant to express what he felt towards you. His frame betrayed the sense of nervousness when you kissed him, when you two held servos, when you talked—each little action of yours making him visibly tremble.

Primus, he loved you, somehow and in some way.

You even encouraged him to speak up, and today was no different, as you two talked in your quarters. He stood in front of you with his arms crossed, his expression displaying no hint of emotion despite his tense frame.