[Wing gives a soft, almost shuddering laugh.]

You always were good.

[And he knew it wasn't what Drift meant, but he meant it as a tease, the fragile bond, stretched by time, between them. He could only hope it wasn't stretched beyond breaking.]

[He doesn't pull away much, merely lifting his head to meet Drift's gaze, one hand stroking gently over a shoulder.]

Not for me. [How does he even begin to ask?]