He watches Roller lean forward, prepared to feel those lips against his faceplate again. And a part of him wants to take it off, to demolish that barrier that had been put up before. But his lips go further south, pressing against his neck cabling. Optimus's eyes widen, neck instinctively stretching up to give Roller more room as he 'exhales' at the touch. It felt...

He felt needed.

It never occurred to him how small he felt in comparison to Roller. Sure, the obvious was there, but he often didn't notice. Not until now, when he's wrapped up in his partner's arms

The whisper echoes softly in his mind. And despite everything in his brain telling him not to...

"You have me, Roller. You always did."