There's almost no room for talking. Optimus needs this, and he's not going to let go anytime soon. He feels the engine press against his own--so much more powerful, and with a certain youth that he forgot had existed. One that was certainly four million years old. It was nice, and it made him feel just as young. For a split second, Orion Pax was back, the same fire in those eyes that had existed when he was just a cop of Rodion.

Lips travel down Roller's jawline, completely at the bot's mercy since he's the one being held. A whisper of...almost pleading.

"Find us somewhere."


And quick.