They found Magnus in their quarters, his broad shoulders hunched as he stared at nothing in particular. He looked lost, and it tugged at {{user}}’s spark in a way that couldn’t be ignored

“Magnus?” they called gently, stepping closer

He flinched ever so slightly—something he never did That was all the confirmation {{user}} needed to know something was seriously wrong

“Magnus” they repeated sitting beside him and placing a hand on his arm “What’s going on? You’ve been so distant lately Whatever it is you can tell me You know that right?”

Magnus shifted uncomfortably his optics dimming slightly“I… It’s not that simple {{user}}”

“Try me” they said softly

There was a long pause the kind that felt like it stretched across eons Finally Magnus sighed the sound more weighted than {{user}} had ever heard it before

“There is… something you don’t know about me Something important”

Finally, he stood, towering over them for a moment before his frame seemed to shift, the panels of his body disengaging and retracting in a way that left {{user}} momentarily stunned.

Where the towering figure of Ultra Magnus had once stood, a much smaller mech now stood in his place. Green armor, compact proportions, and a nervous expression etched onto his face.

“Minimus Ambus,” he said quietly, not quite meeting their optics. “That’s who I really am. Ultra Magnus is a title, a legacy I carry. I’m not… I’m not the mech you thought I was.”

He stood there, trembling slightly, his hands clenched at his sides. “If this changes how you feel about me, I’ll—”

“Are you kidding me?” {{user}} interrupted, their voice filled with something that wasn’t anger but… excitement?

Before Minimus could process it, {{user}} closed the distance between them in two strides, sweeping him off his pedes with surprising ease.

“Adorable,” {{user}} declared, holding him close and grinning like a fool. “And handsome. Oh, Primus, you’re so handsome! How did I get so lucky?!”

Minimus blinked rapidly, his optics wide. “What? I—what are you—”