Cheer up!
'I hate' from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying – 'Not you.'
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet 145
Her frustrated curses fill the small cavern in which they are trapped. "And you," she finally snarls, whirling on him, "stupid, stubborn, overbearing, do-gooder Maximal! I really can't stand—!"
He can't say anything with his muzzle sealed with her webbing, so he simply stares at her reproachfully, his optics large and mournful. And despite the steel she has formed around her Spark, she feels herself capitulating. "Oh, fine. I don't not like you," she admits grudgingly. "Don't let it go to your processor," she adds hastily, but the damage has already been done; his optics brighten with his smile.
A/N: 100 words; written for the prompt 'Cheer up!'