He heard the word an instant before it was uttered, as though snatching it out of the bond between them. Because there had to be a bond, at this point, of history and present, of longing and loss. He had felt Wing's absence like a pull over that tiny scar of spark chamber, rubbing it idly, as one would the mark of a kiss and that spot seemed to throb with light as he turns.

He controls himself--barely--moving to Wing's side, trying and failing to keep the worry from his optics. "You need Ambulon?" He needs...probably anyone but Drift, right now, who'd let him go too long.