Crosshairs peered around the corner, freshly picked flowers in hand aided by Tess. Blue optics set on a sleepy Bee. His lips pulled into a smile, advancing as quiet as possible. He knelt. His free servo picking a flower one by one from the bunch, placing them neatly into the curves and creases in his helm until there were none. " Bee." He shook him oh so gently. Leaning down to press metal lips to a cheek plate. " C'mon wake up. Got somethin' fer ya. "
He’d recently returned from a long scouting mission, some energon surge in Brazil sent him on a wild goose chase. Exhausted, he vaguely remembered hugging Crosshairs before passing out on their berth.
Bee didn’t react to the touches, simply curling up a bit more with his wings twitching minutely. Groaning as Crosshairs roused him from a wonderfully deep recharge, his optics dimly flickered online. “Hmm?”