Okay, another feels-y one for y'all.
xXEpic Line BreakXx
Optimus had asked them not to mourn his death. It was his final request, and they would honor it.
They pretended not to, carrying on with the reconstruction of Cybertron and greeting the arriving Autobots with cheer. Pretended that there was never a sleepless night missing him, wondering what they could have done.
Bumblebee seemed to take it especially hard. Brave though he was, the mech was still a youngling; a child. The Prime had been almost like a father to him, at had protected him.
Every member of Team Prime had their own way of coping. Even so, when it was decided to raise statues of them in Iacon, it was painful to drive past them. Optimus towered over the others, a peaceful expression upon his faceplates.
It was worse torture than any Decepticon had put them through.
Waking during the night, recharge plagued with memories. Optimus ensuring Arcee was okay after finding Cliffjumper. Helping Ratchet with the computers in the base. Greeting Smokescreen for the first time. Giving Bumblebee time off to play video games with his young charge. Untangling Bulkhead when he stumbled into wires.
Making sure his team was okay.
It was unspoken, but every member of Team Prime know how each other felt, because they were familiar with it by now too.
We miss you, Optimus.