Noses at his chevron and generally just gets in the way. Because he loves you.
Optimus, Prowl had come to find over the years, was something like a large dog.
This was his way of showing affection, getting in the way. Prowl just.. has more patience for it, these days. Reaching a servo up to pat at Optimus' arm, he grumbled his engines a little.
"Do you want to hold me?"
















