[Optimus's optics narrow in another smile. He can certainly understand the impulse to distract yourself with busywork, if not the specifics. There are potential tripwires lying in the direction of that train of thought, which he easily parkours over with the ease of long practice. Not today, sad thoughts]

[He leans just a bit into the pat, even laughing a little at how much larger than his shoulder his counterpart's hand is]

Should I stand in for one of your friends and ask if you occasionally do other things you might enjoy more, as well? Or would it be better if we just agreed I said that and move on?