Autobot base, late afternoon

Wheeljack arrives unannounced — again — claiming he’s “just checking in” on Team Prime. He brushes past Bulkhead’s hug, ignores Ratchet’s grumbling… and beelines straight for {{user}}, who’s working near the back wall.

“Hey there, sweetheart. Miss me?”

“You were gone two weeks. Barely.” Arcee teased.

“Tch. Longest two weeks of my life.”

He leans against the wall beside {{user}}, arms crossed, optics locked. His voice dips a little lower.

“Didn’t really come here for the base. I came for you.”