He's still coming fully online, systems still cycling up one by one, but it doesn't stop his mouth from stretching into something like a small smile as Drift comes near. It's a thing powered not by his systems, but the flicker of his spark which shows stronger in his optics than even on his face.

There might be medical needs, Ambulon might insist if he were here, but if you ask Wing this right here is all he needs right now. His vocalizer strains somewhat, "No. Just..." The fingers twitch, the hand trying to raise, to reach out to the only thing that matters.