Wing can withstand a little stiffness and lingering soreness if it means they aren't interrupted. Bless Ambulon for his care, but the last thing Wing wants is Drift being shooed off by a fussy medic.
He nods, shifting against Drift's plating. "I think you're right. They moved to block my path." It's why there'd only been two of them between him and a retreat. Taking down those two had cost him though; he wonders if they'd stayed that way. "How many were there that you had to fight?"
The white helm shakes, condemning the very notion. A sparkless animated frame? It's an affront to all that is natural in their world. "This is wrong." He can't get over how wrong it is. Wing shivers, as if he could shake off not only the idea but the clinging sensation of the touch of those things. His plating crawls and his flight panels shift uncomfortably.
Wing pulls Drift into a fierce, demanding hug, clamping his knees around the grounder's waist as his arms circle the broad chestplate, grasping with all the strength he has, more of it returning by the minute. "I knew. I knew you'd come..."
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He nods, shifting against Drift's plating. "I think you're right. They moved to block my path." It's why there'd only been two of them between him and a retreat. Taking down those two had cost him though; he wonders if they'd stayed that way. "How many were there that you had to fight?"
The white helm shakes, condemning the very notion. A sparkless animated frame? It's an affront to all that is natural in their world. "This is wrong." He can't get over how wrong it is. Wing shivers, as if he could shake off not only the idea but the clinging sensation of the touch of those things. His plating crawls and his flight panels shift uncomfortably.
Wing pulls Drift into a fierce, demanding hug, clamping his knees around the grounder's waist as his arms circle the broad chestplate, grasping with all the strength he has, more of it returning by the minute. "I knew. I knew you'd come..."