He shuttered his optics and just sat there, holding her, and- in a way- being held. It was different from when he'd held her as a hologram- sure, that form could still feel, but it wasn't the same as having Naomi's hands resting on his faceplates. Half of him wondered what this was, and half of him decided he just didn't care.

He did, however, take care not to move, because he'd be damned if he let complaining joints and squeaking gears ruin this again.