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[ Oh look! It's Drift, your neighborhood giant robot. He looks pretty banged up, plating scraped and paint chipped in spots. More over, he doesn't look like his usual aggressively serene self. He glowers at the screen, downright dour, optics glowing coldly from under his helm. ]

I'm back.

Sorry to anyone I've been tutoring on swordplay.

Lessons are cancelled until further notice.

I'll be working on my house if anyone needs me.

[ His mouth draw into a tight line before he switches the video off. ]

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I think I'd like that.

[ Something to do that's useful and productive would help. He'd just drive himself crazy otherwise. ]

Can we sit... for a while?

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I'd like that: to fight alongside you again.

[But better this time.]

[He gives a fond smile, tugging Drift towards a seat.]

Of course. When was the last time you fueled?

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Me too. But less with the... uhm.

[ Dying. No dying for you, Wing.

He gladly sits next to him, leaning over to rest his head against one of Wing's shoulders. ]

I can't remember.

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[knightoflight]

Drift.

[He thinks he can guess what's behind the hesitation. And it hurts to be reminded of the pain he'd caused Drift. He'd known he was going to die: that was a given when he'd volunteered. He hadn't known how much it would affect Drift. ]

When we fight together, we're unbeatable.

[He reaches a hand to stroke over Drift's helm as the other nestles against him.]

We should take care of that, too, then.

[Energon, and rest. Those wouldn't fix anything, but they could help give Drift strength.]

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[ Ahh okay. Being pet is... very, very nice. Drift notably relaxes, flopping against him a bit more loosely. Wing gets a soft hum in agreement, the former Autobot not entirely inclined to argue much. ]

Okay... I'm not terribly hungry but okay. Can we just sit for a while longer, though?

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[He does notice the loosening, so he keeps up the long gentle strokes over Drift's helm, his shoulder. If Drift fell into recharge right here, Wing would be entirely content.]

Of course. Whenever you're ready.

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[ The way it's looking that is a very real possibility. He didn't think about how exhausted he was until he sat. Carefully, he sneaks one arm around Wing. ]

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[Drift doesn't have to sneak and arm around: it's a sign of affection and trust that sends a little chirr from Wing's vocalizer, and he shifts, carefully, closer. ]

_{We could lie back...?} [A whispered suggestion, quiet, in case Drift's already, well, drifted off.]

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Yeah... please.

[ Drift's eyes have long since started to dim. He's all too happy to lean back with Wing and lay down. A nap sounds really great at this point. ]