A soft touch lighted down on that blanket, a warm servo gently patting the other mech to get his attention. A rich voice buzzed out of his vocalizer, an almost hesitant quality to it. "You called..?"
No, it couldn’t be. He was imagining things. His Dove had flown away, he was sure he’d never hear from him again. But the touch remained, the scent, the field so familiar. Carefully he poked his helm from under the blanket, blinking into the light to see the young seeker before him.
“Dove? Is that, are you really...?” Optics glittering with joy, Drift didn’t bother to finish his thought before leaping forward to wrap his arms around the mech.
“I thought I’d lost you for good!”