[There's an entire story here, maybe several stories, that Megatron doesn't seem to want him to see at the moment, but Optimus doesn't concern himself with that. Instead he solemnly transforms and makes his way there (at reasonable hallway driving speeds). Nothing about him would suggest that he's eager to meet his love, especially since he had spent the last long while believing he was dead.]
[he gets there first, and takes the matrix out his chest immediately. megatron hadn't wanted to even keep it in there, really, but he also wasn't about to just shove it under the bed. for a few minutes, he stands and looks down at it, his own frown reflected back at him from the crystal at the centre. not unlike the mirrored hallways of the cathedral, and he does wonder for a moment... optimus coming back so soon after he'd acquired it. his grip on the handles tightens for a moment, the same worry that they had never left starting to bubble up again. what if this is--
then optimus is at the door and there's megatron standing in the middle of the room holding his matrix. he draws it back an inch to himself before he awkwardly holds it out, having not planned for this in any capacity.]
[Unaware of Megatron's fear that none of this is real, Optimus simply walks across the room and takes it. He's surprised to find that his own Matrix is missing, something he knew about, he supposes, but just moments ago he had it as he always had. A strange slip in timelines.]
You got it back.
[He muses, opening his own chest to insert it back where it belongs, closing it.]
[good to know optimus still didn't have his own matrix as he hadn't when he initially disappeared. that assuages his paranoia slightly, not to mention the relief they haven't been doubled up... that would be complicated. he tamps down any doubts or negative notions about the situation, intent on keeping them away from optimus.]
Yes, that is how it seemed. [he says, reaching out to hold optimus' hand while he speaks, like they always used to. fears or no, megatron unashamedly lets himself indulge in the simple enjoyment of gently clasping his husband's hand.] Admittedly there were no leads on them for a while, they aren't large and there is an infinite amount of places he could've hidden them. I still have no idea where my own one is.
[he's bothered about it, but maybe not on the same level optimus had been when he lost his own. megatron has a very different relationship with matrix acquisition and usage, after all.]
I located it by complete chance. You must see this to believe it.
[he manages to take his optics off optimus - which he hasn't done since he'd walked in and not because of what he'd been thinking of before - to load up the party invitation on his arm computer. low volume, of course.
finally, a ghost of a smirk crosses his face.] Consider yourself lucky you missed that particular party. It was very loud. All the time.
[horrifically earnestly, gripping optimus's hand with both of his own now:] I would do anything for you.
[you know, if this was anything other than a reunion megatron had not expected to ever happen, he might get a little huffy about that question... but it would seem even he isn't that petty. the bar may be in the ground but he didn't trip over it this time! megatron simply vents out, incredibly tired, the way he always is these days. nothing that happened is anything he wants to tell optimus after he's just got back, but-- optimus can take it. he deserves to know, considering his matrix was used as a shiny piece of bait.]
Things got complicated, but it was nothing I couldn't manage. [is that strictly true? he failed to kill writhe while they had the best chance to do it and doesn't even know if they truly left the cathedral. this remains in the "don't think about it right now" box.] Ba-- Raid was there, in the end, to oversee the creation of a new Slaverlord. He's a Quintesson, of all things, and an extremely obnoxious one at that.
"A Quintesson." Optimus repeats gravely. "I suppose it was too much to hope that the Quintessons would cease to be a problem after defeating them in our own timeline."
It would be easy to fall into a long conversation about this, to talk on and on about the grave things that make up our world, but, for once, Optimus wants to put that aside for now.
"Perhaps we can discuss this later." Optimus says, pulling his husband close so that he can gently press his forehead to his. "I missed you. Even when I returned to a timeline where I did not remember what happened here, I missed you. I hope we are not parted again."
No matter how he feels about any potential complexities with the Cathedral, Megatron does not stop Optimus pulling him close. He shutters his optics as he rests his forehead against the Prime's, and hooks his arms around his waist.
"I missed you too," He says quietly, almost telling Optimus not to make any promises this time. He doesn't, though, because he knows that's something that would just make him feel terribly guilty, and unnecessarily so. He doesn't try to keep talking about the troubles they face here, either. It can wait, at least for now. "I do not like being apart from you. It feels very wrong."
Quieter, still: "I love you. I hope you don't let something as simple as being a universe away make you forget that."
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[There's an entire story here, maybe several stories, that Megatron doesn't seem to want him to see at the moment, but Optimus doesn't concern himself with that. Instead he solemnly transforms and makes his way there (at reasonable hallway driving speeds). Nothing about him would suggest that he's eager to meet his love, especially since he had spent the last long while believing he was dead.]
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then optimus is at the door and there's megatron standing in the middle of the room holding his matrix. he draws it back an inch to himself before he awkwardly holds it out, having not planned for this in any capacity.]
Uh. Here.
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You got it back.
[He muses, opening his own chest to insert it back where it belongs, closing it.]
I thought the other Megatron had it.
[A small request for the story about it.]
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Yes, that is how it seemed. [he says, reaching out to hold optimus' hand while he speaks, like they always used to. fears or no, megatron unashamedly lets himself indulge in the simple enjoyment of gently clasping his husband's hand.] Admittedly there were no leads on them for a while, they aren't large and there is an infinite amount of places he could've hidden them. I still have no idea where my own one is.
[he's bothered about it, but maybe not on the same level optimus had been when he lost his own. megatron has a very different relationship with matrix acquisition and usage, after all.]
I located it by complete chance. You must see this to believe it.
[he manages to take his optics off optimus - which he hasn't done since he'd walked in and not because of what he'd been thinking of before - to load up the party invitation on his arm computer. low volume, of course.
finally, a ghost of a smirk crosses his face.] Consider yourself lucky you missed that particular party. It was very loud. All the time.
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I regret that this was left to you, as recovering it was my responsibility. However, I am glad that it was you, thank you.
[His expression changes the tiniest amount, but the tightening of his hand says so much more.]
I hope the mission was not too taxing on you?
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[you know, if this was anything other than a reunion megatron had not expected to ever happen, he might get a little huffy about that question... but it would seem even he isn't that petty. the bar may be in the ground but he didn't trip over it this time! megatron simply vents out, incredibly tired, the way he always is these days. nothing that happened is anything he wants to tell optimus after he's just got back, but-- optimus can take it. he deserves to know, considering his matrix was used as a shiny piece of bait.]
Things got complicated, but it was nothing I couldn't manage. [is that strictly true? he failed to kill writhe while they had the best chance to do it and doesn't even know if they truly left the cathedral. this remains in the "don't think about it right now" box.] Ba-- Raid was there, in the end, to oversee the creation of a new Slaverlord. He's a Quintesson, of all things, and an extremely obnoxious one at that.
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It would be easy to fall into a long conversation about this, to talk on and on about the grave things that make up our world, but, for once, Optimus wants to put that aside for now.
"Perhaps we can discuss this later." Optimus says, pulling his husband close so that he can gently press his forehead to his. "I missed you. Even when I returned to a timeline where I did not remember what happened here, I missed you. I hope we are not parted again."
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"I missed you too," He says quietly, almost telling Optimus not to make any promises this time. He doesn't, though, because he knows that's something that would just make him feel terribly guilty, and unnecessarily so. He doesn't try to keep talking about the troubles they face here, either. It can wait, at least for now. "I do not like being apart from you. It feels very wrong."
Quieter, still: "I love you. I hope you don't let something as simple as being a universe away make you forget that."