Wing's face is easily turned back. He smiles as Drift rambles at him, and instead of answering that question he leans in to hug Drift again, face tucked against the other mech's neck.

This isn't how he saw these confessions going, but there is was. He was glad it was out, glad they'd had this chance before the fighting....even if it might make it harder to keep Drift focused on the threat instead of him....oops.