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Sometimes you’re sad.
You’re riding shotgun in Bee’s alt mode, you’re favorite blonde holoform sitting in the driver’s seat mouthing the words to a song on the radio as he makes a show of pretending to drive like a normal person. His left hand holds yours, his thumb rubbing your skin lovingly. The skin on the pad of his thumb feels so real against yours but... it’s not. It makes you sad. Not because he’s not human but because you are. You stare at your intertwined hands and glance to his face. He’s smiling, a light in his blue eyes and a content expression on his face. He should be worried about Decepticons or any of the many things he as an Autobot in a dangerous war should be concerned with.
But he he’s not.
Instead, he’s holding your hand and he’s happy and he’s taking you to get ice cream because you said you wanted something sweet and he knows ice cream is your favorite desert. He has so much going on and yet he finds all the time in the world to love you so much he’d lay down his life for you; an insignificant human that will not even live a fraction of his life time. He was alive at the same time as your ancestors that have been long forgotten a dozen times over but he’s here in this moment, choosing to love you anyway.
It scares you. For his sake. You’re sad.
You’re going to hurt him. You’ll die at some point, you’ll be with him for another 70 years if you’re lucky or you could die tomorrow. You’re going to hurt him either way because whether you live to be 25 or 95, it still won’t be but a blink of an eye for him and it’s going to kill him.
Yet, he obliviously allowed himself to fall so desperately in love with you and you with him.
You’re selfish.
You can’t leave him for his own good. You can’t break his spark because you’re selfish and you want him as much as he wants you. You don’t want him to hurt but you don’t want to hurt yourself either.
So you rub your thumb against his hand in return, causing him to look at you. The second his blue eyes meets your face he lights up, like he always does.
You smile and decide against being sad.
He’d been through so much; the loss of his people, family, many friends and his planet as a whole. He’a known nothing but war, bloodshed and loss. He’s never known love. Until you. You give him something to love, protect, and you also make him feel loved in return. Maybe that’s what makes it okay. He’s known nothing but bad so maybe what time you do have together is worth it to him.
Sometimes you’re sad but sometimes you’re happy.
Happy that you can give Bee the love and happiness he deserves... even if it’s for only a little while.