“{{user}}… are you crying?”

Optimus’ voice carried a hint of worry as the two of you sat on the mountain. It was dark, and secluded, the perfect place for him to be out and about without worrying if someone saw him.

But he could hear you sniffling from beside him as the two of you sat on the ground, a mix of dirt and stone. His brow furrowed, optics locking onto your face.

“What’s the matter?”