It was the little things he did. All the little thing Magnus did that let you know he cared about you.

Ultra Magnus, by nature, was not an overly affectionate mech. Even in his irreducible form, as the lovely Minimus Ambus, the mech was larger than you by a good margin. So cuddling was even an effort at times.

Sure, he allowed you to lay on top of him. But it wasn't quite the same as waking up spooned by your larger lover.

There were also the rules. No PDA, and you were not exempt from this. Except for his office...sometimes. The rare kind of sometimes.

Hand-holding was okay though. So long as you'd make an attempt to wash your hands. A small part of you used to constantly worry if your organic nature disgusted Ultra Magnus.

It did not. He'd -very bluntly, as was his nature- informed you of the many highlights and qualities of your organic nature. It was enthralling if not a little humbling.

But, all that aside Magnus was a different kind of lover. Gestures. His gestures were the key.

When you woke up later than him in the morning, you were always neatly and comfortably tucked into bed instead of sprawled out as was normal. You hadn't woke up with a crick in your neck in ages.

He oftentimes encouraged bot's to ask you if you needed a lift to areas of the ship. As a human, it took you longer to get places.

Another personal highlight, you were dyslexic. Magnus forewent his personal right-angled font for your sake and used a more dyslexic-friendly font. Right-angles were bad for your mind when it came to writing.

The best part, he'd designed your font with a bit of help from Rung and Perceptor...and edited an edition of the Autobot handbook in the font. Just for you.

You still had it, but tucked away in your bedside compartment.

Yes, Magnus was a different kind of lover. But he was a lover you'd never trade for anything else.