Megatron cuddles her, resting his hand on her head. "Given how long we have lived, I think 'months' is a conservative estimate, dulscintara*." There's a warm humour underneath the ache in his voice. "I feel...light. Like I could float with you into the stars. I'm grieving all over again, but I'm not alone, and I'm happy, somehow. I did not want to make you sad, but you're grieving with me anyway, and for a mech you never knew. I feel...he would have loved you, too. And that he would be happy, for us. Even though, in many respects, I failed to do what I meant to do then. I did make things better than they would have been otherwise."

His arms tighten around her. "I don't think joy is ever far away when we're together like this. It's not the same joy I felt when we were in bed...but I feel more whole than I did this morning."

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[OOC: "sweetspark (loved)", because I can google Icelandic but I make up Cybertronian words myself out of the languages they used for the canonical words we already have, and they're all portmanteaux from those languages...]