[That sounds far too wonderful to possibly be true. There's absolutely no way that someone like him could have won the love of someone as kind and loving as Rewind. Streaks of light start to float from his optics, and he sinks to his knees to wrap his arms around Rewind's tiny shoulders. Rewind is so much smaller, but Chromedome feels like the archivist is far stronger than he'll ever be.

A long moment passes as Chromedome allows himself to feel how warm and solid Rewind is. He can convince himself that Rewind is real.]

Losing you must have been agonizing.

[He whispers, light leaking from his optics heavier now.]

I'm sorry.

And it might mean less than it did before but... I... love you.

[Or he was currently falling in love, but the exact wording doesn't matter.]

If that's wrong...