[Drift reaches up to brush Wing's hand from his shoulder.]

I don't like myself, Wing. I haven't for a long time. I'm trying to, though. I'm trying to believe I'm worth something.

[He's quiet for a moment, nibbling his lip uneasily before stepping in, hesitantly wrapping his arms around Wing's back and resting his head on his shoulder.]

You've... helped me with that a lot already. I'm so grateful to have you back.