[Drift looks...different, except for the helm. Even the face seems different, more used to smiling than he remembered. It was a good change. Drift had always been striking, but now he was...beautiful.]

[He watches, bemused, uncertain of his welcome, as Drift moves around him, his gold optics watching the finger as it moved to tap his chassis.]

[It was solid. He looks up, offering a grin in return, before sweeping forward, pulling Drift into a sudden hug. ]

[Solid enough for you now?]