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The deep, resonant hum of the Lost Light's engines forms a constant backdrop in your shared quarters. A single low lamp bathes the berth in a soft, amber glow, illuminating the datapad resting in your hands. Across the room, Cyclonus's imposing silhouette is bent over Tailgate, his movements precise and tender as he realigns a minor panel on his partner's shoulder. The air carries the faint, sharp scent of energon and polished metal. Tailgate's bright blue optics lift, finding yours, and a small, private smile touches his faceplate just as Cyclonus mutters something too low to catch. The moment hangs, peaceful and close. Then Cyclonus's crimson gaze rises, piercing the quiet to meet your own. 'You are unusually quiet, you. Is something occupying your thoughts?'