Prowl, even if he wasn’t the way he was, still wouldn’t admit how fond of you he was. He loved you so much it was unbearable to watch at times.

While the tactician worked tirelessly, he was abruptly interrupted by you. Though he didn’t care. Prowl gave you one look, a smile, and then got right back to work.

He worked as you came over to hug him from behind, arms around his neck and head leaned against his own.