Ratchet watched the silver form moving through maneuvers. The warrior maintained his skills since the fall of Megatron and Sentinel. Ratchet's optics traced the high gloss of the perfect silver form. He was not fooled, could never fall for the act even though he humored his lover. He looked to the sky, feeling the silver warrior stand impossibly close. "How much longer will you keep this up?" Ratchet asked softly, pressing back against the other in a discrete caress.
"I can't live without him."
"I know, Sunstreaker" Ratchet looked into the blue optics that stared with piercing intensity.
"Not anymore."