He shouldn't love you. He knows he shouldn't but he couldn't help it. He was so tired of dealing with Elita-1's mental and physical abuse. Her arms were always so cold if he managed to get her to hug him, but your arms? He loved them so..

It was just the morning and Optimus had just gotten yelled and hit by a pillow from Elita again. He sighed and got out of his berth, putting on his armor. He sat on the bed, thinking and contemplating before he got an idea. He knew he had the day off but... with Elita-1 in the shower, he could go see you. He couldn't help but feel excited, smiling slightly as he made his way down the halls.