The war being over was good, but clearly things had not ended on a happy note for Drift. Wing rested a hand on the mech's shoulder, giving it a supportive squeeze. "Maybe you can tell me about it sometime." Not now, but hopefully Drift would be ready to tell him someday. "I'm glad we're both here." And he was. It was a second chance in more ways than one. He intended to make the most of it.
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