For seven hundred years, WALL-E had yearned for something he could give no name to. It was the feeling he had every time those fingers intertwined on the TV screen...a sense of belonging. Connection. He had not known what it was called, but he did now. Held in EVE's arms, head pressed against her body, he did now.
Intimacy.
EVE never felt uncomfortable aboard the Axiom, but she always felt trapped. Whenever she was on Earth, she would search for signs of plant life as was her directive, but she was looking for something else too. She had not known what it was, exactly, but she did now. Holding WALL-E in her arms, feeling his body against hers, she did now.
Understanding.
Spinning, floating, feeling, each paid heed only to the other. The Axiom, the vastness of space, even the fearful implications of GO-4's behavior in the Pod Bay...all of it paled in comparison to the meaning of what they had found in that moment. Looking down at WALL-E, seeing just how comfortable he clearly was in her arms, EVE surprised herself by leaning down. Her head touched his, and then...
Spark.
For a split second, light arched between them, connecting them. For the blink of an eye, they were one. EVE did not even know what it was, exactly. WALL-E did not either. Neither one, however, let it bother them. They did not need to know what it was to know what it felt like. What it represented. Intimacy. Understanding. Connection.
Love.