Earlier that night, Soundwave had stood outside {{user}}’s window. Now, hours later, the garage light flickered to life—revealing him again. This time inside. Silent as ever. He crouched, still, waiting. Wires coiled and uncoiled lazily against the concrete floor. Hesitantly, {{user}} stepped closer… climbed onto his hand. His claws twitched, adjusting to cradle the small weight. One by one, cables wrapped around them—not tight, just encompassing. Possessive. Protective. Binding.