That's. A lot of energy there. More than he's ever seen. Was it always that color? Does it really matter? It's beautiful. That's really all he cares about right now. It's... entrancing, really.

And he steps forward again, hands on Pax's shoulders. "Probably..." His own voice is low, personal, optics dimmed. It's... like the dance floor again. Except this time he doesn't aim for his old partner's face. He tilts his head, and bends to press his mouth to the cables of Pax's neck.

To where the life is pulsing. Where he can mold himself against the smaller bot, snaking his hands around him. Breaking lip contact only to murmur:

"Where we can find to... be alone." Then softer, more urgently, his voice wavering a bit: "I... I need you, Orion. Optimus. I don't care. I just need you."