He wishes he weren't drunk either, in some still screaming, still sober part of his mind. The part that would have stopped this immediately. Would have kept this little dance to something light and silly. Something that didn't lead here.

Lead to... him holding Prime as near to him as he would have back then. As if they had literally only been apart a few days instead of however long it had been.

As if he hadn't let him down.

Given that Optimus' faceplate is in the way, the kiss can't last long without being completely ridiculous. There's not much he can do besides press his mouth there, teeth parted. Then hold it a beat or two before he pulls back, though his face doesn't move far.

"... Don't forget me, okay?"