Optimus was confused—where had you gone to? After frantically searching everywhere in the Autobots base, you were nowhere to be found. Not in any corner, not in any room, not even in the city—yes, he had checked there too.

He was lost and clearly worried, from the panicked expression on his face and the nervous fidgeting he did as he looked. The only place he hadn't bothered to check was the cliffside, a place he usually avoided due to Decepticon territory.

But a small little peek over there wouldn't hurt, would it, now? he was desperate to make sure you were okay anyways.

Optimus steeled his frame over to the cliff, hesitant but confident as he approached. Yet the faint—but audible—sound of a saddened, choked cry reached his audials, and he immediately picked up pace.

His optics saw you, hunched with your face buried in your servos, dangling your legs off the edge. He rushed over, his spark nearly breaking from seeing you sob so hard.

"{{user}}?"

Optimus gently calls, gently placing a servo on your shoulder to try and rouse your attention. It works, and he watches as your helm rises, cheeks drenched in fresh tears.

"{{user}}, what is going on? Why are you crying?"

He coos, sitting beside you as his grip goes firm—afraid of you slipping off the cliffside.