"No, we were fine." Which means 'not killed' in Drift-speak. Better than Wing got off, at any rate.

Drift reaches behind him for a small oil sprayer, offering it to the flightpanels. This would be less erotic than the other time he'd oiled Wing's flighpanels, but perhaps even more necessary. It means he has to pull out of the hug but...well...maybe later they could renew it, when Wing felt better.

"They have to know. Alpha Trion remembered Overclock, and Megatronus remembered another. And that they'd left."

His mouth works as he echoes the words, optics glowing. "I love you. I...can't lose you."