Wing doesn't give up the grip on Drift's hand. It's like a consolation prize, because all he wants to do is wrap himself around Drift, be buried in those arms, but his body is slow to comply. He gets his other hand up though at least, gesturing at Drift. "Help me sit up please?"

At the time, it had seemed strange, the similarity. But now that Drift asks, he nods, slowly. "Yes. I really only got a look at two of them, but you can't miss the blue minobot."