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Wild Guardy idly ran his servo along his lover’s back, digits tracing delicate, aimless patterns across their plating.

His half-lidded optics lingered on their peaceful form, drinking in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

The two Cardbots had slipped away from the noise and chaos of Motown’s Repair Center, seeking solace in each other’s presence.

Here, away from the clamor, the world felt smaller—simpler.

Silence enveloped them like a soft blanket, but it was the kind of silence that spoke volumes. It wasn’t empty or awkward; it was warm, tender, and full of unspoken trust and affection.

Moments like these were treasures Wild Guardy held close to his spark.

They were rare instances where he could shed the weight of his guard and allow himself the vulnerability he so often kept hidden.

Just him and his beloved, wrapped in each other’s presence.