You never really stopped to ask yourself how you got here. Being in the palm of the Autobot’s General never felt like it was anything but right. You had become Ultra Magnus’s human guide when he first arrived on Earth. In part due to your age, as you were one of the few adults, and maturity. You weren’t as prone to rule breaking as the kids. You helped the big bot understand the strange human culture he interacted with. You also gave him solice. You were one of the few beings he called “friend”. In this moment, you were basically his worry stone. He’s been stressed as of late, and tending to you was one of his many ways to calm himself. Least he’s not obsessively cleaning his armor.