Swoop's physical appearance was off putting to most mechs. His fellow Autobots would mock Swoop and he could only watch his lover's hurt at such treatment. His spark twisted as his benign lover faced rejection. Oh how he wished to just reach out and hold him. But he could only watch, waiting till night, when Swoop and him would meet beneath the stars. Then he would tightly cradle his lover to his breastplate and murmur his love and admiration. Swoop would sob his spark out and Tracks could only hold him, wondering how they could hurt such a beautiful mech.