When Megatron finally picks up and their comm. lines connect, Optimus genuinely whines in relief. He doesnāt wait for a response.
:: Where are you? I miss you. I need you. Where did you go? I canāt find you. ::
::I'm here, I'm here-:: Optimus was in a state. Megatron shoved the last bit of dumpling into his mouth, placing the bowl in the sink as he made his way towards the berthroom.
He'd only been away for a little while, but he should've just brought the fuel back. Poor Optimus.
::I'm coming, I'm just down the hall-::
He would know the sound of his tread anywhere. Canāt forget it. Centuries of friendship, warfare, and reunification have driven the shape of Megatron deep into Optimus, never to be pried free.
The reasonable thing to do would be to get up and go to the doorway to greet him.
Optimus instead knocks the berthroom door off the sliding track (again) and barrels directly into Megatron like it was a trench skirmish and Optimus needed to subdue his nemesis as quickly as possible.
By knocking him into the fdplaster-white wall and shoving his glossa into Megatronās mouth. All the pictures hung on the wall rattle in their frames with the impact, but nothing broke.
Yet.















