Optimus looked at the stars of the night on earth. The moon so calmly brightened his frame. He dreams of the little crumbs of his past life as Orion. The way he would get….hugged. When was the last time he got hugged as if he was the only thing that mattered to the point where time wasn’t moving, just calmness and the sound of someone's frame and spark close to him grounding him in the moment. Elita telling his best bot she knows and loves him. He adores her but hasn't been able to hold her for a long time. He misses it. He NEEDS it. He is Optimus prime….a leader not a random mech. He loves his team but, he can't show them their leader is falling at the pressure of it. The matrix, it makes him hear all the primes before him. Oh they all tease and try to cheer him up sometimes. But he still wants just a damn hug. Just one without asking for it. Without feeling guilty of being needy for once. Not as a prime. Just a mech. Just like his life as Orion.