[Wing feels his spark pulse at Drift's words. How Drift has changed! He wants to comment on it, but worries it's just going to just reinforce the distance between them. ]

[Instead he just smiles, nodding, hoping the gesture hides the emotion on his face.]

We'll do it, together. [He'll reluctantly drop his hand from Drift's arm, the fingertips feathering down the elbow. ]

You've always been a survivor, Drift. And your Rodimus sounds like a very good friend. [He's on the verge of asking if Drift misses him, but doesn't want to sound...jealous. It's a new experience for him.]