“What are you doing, puny thing?” Starscream asked, watching you draw on his wings with a marker.

He may not act like it, but he enjoyed your attention. He loved it, couldn’t get enough of it. Only you were allowed to interact with him in such a way. He kept going to meet you in the forest, almost seeing you like a pet.

Under his metal exterior, he was just a Decepticon who wanted attention and praise anywhere he could get it. To him, you were a little outlet for just that.