[Video]

[weapabilities]

[The video fizzles on to a pair of bright blue, glowing eyes framed in white. Sure does look like a giant robot. A very confused giant robot.]

Rodimus? Rodimus. Please come in. This isn't funny anymore. I mean it was funny at first in a sort of ironic way, but now it's... not? Anymore?

Anybody...?

Maybe this is a dream? But then usually Ultra Magnus is talking backwards and Wing shows up to tell me that I forgot my front plating and I have a test to take...

Uh. Is anyone here?

Helloooooooooo?

[Maybe he's finally somehow found the Knights of Cybertron?! ... No. His luck is rarely that good.]

Comments

[action]

[knightoflight]

[Drift might not know what to do, but Wing does, letting his hand be caught for a klik, lingering in Drift's for as long as he can. Because such gestures should never be made to feel like they were unwelcome.]

I'd like that. [For more reasons than he can say. He'd resigned himself to dying here, alone, as long as it was in defense of others, but now...there's a glimmer of something like hope. It's strange--it's like their situations were reversed now. ]

Speeches? On what? [It's a side he hadn't seen much of--only the once and in the Circle's chamber, Drift had been more earnest than articulate.]

I'd love to meet this Rodimus. He seems to mean a great deal to you.

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[weapabilities]

Yeah. So would I.

[Excuse his wistfulness.]

Motivational speeches! You know. For morale. And stuff.

[GRIN.]

Yeah. He's pretty great! And you could meet everyone else, too! Perceptor, Tailgate, Swerve, Rewind and Chromedome, Ratchet-

[Well, maybe Ratchet wouldn't be the best to introduce... or Ultra Magnus...]

Anyways... I'm just.

I'm so happy to see you.

[action]

[knightoflight]

It sounds amazing. All of it. You'll have to tell me who all of your friends are.

[All these details of Drift's life: if he only knew how precious Wing would find them, a future beyond his own life.]

I'm..._{It's amazing what you've become. I'm so glad I can see it.}

[action]

[weapabilities]

I... wouldn't be-

I mean.

If it wasn't for you.

[Wing was the catalyst. He always had been.]

[action]

[knightoflight]

That's not true, Drift. You are you. Unique. No one else could have made so much out of himself.

[Wing had perhaps helped, but if Drift had been any other mech, he would not have become...this.]

[action]

[weapabilities]

[Ah. He's not really sure he can even handle all of this flattery. His head falls slightly until he's staring at Wing's feet.

Yeah. Okay. We're going to have another hug, thanks.]

[action]

[knightoflight]

[It's not flattery, Drift. Wing is not a flatterer: he only says what he feels is truth.]

[He gladly folds his arms around the other mech, his spark fluttering, feeling the honor it was to have someone like Drift's esteem.]

[action]

[weapabilities]

[Yeah he'll just stay here. Like this. For a while... until he's good and ready.]

[action]

[knightoflight]

[Wing has never rushed Drift. Not in Crystal City, and not here. Especially not when he craves the touch almost as much as Drift.]

[He'll stay here all night holding Drift if the other wants.]