Magnus lay on his back with his hands above his head; a bed of geraniums and delphiniums, petals trembling as he opened. "Roddy-" he could feel the other mech's need, Matrix Heat, yes, but jagged, aching loneliness just under the surface, and the hunger for approval that was there when he was first created and had never left. Rodimus growled deep in his engine, field flaring out and descended on Magnus, the geraniums and delphiniums overwhelmed by a tide of chrysanthemum, daffodil, and fervid, exotic fuchsia.