"I'm glad." Wing lets out a relieved sigh; he's not sure how he'd handle it if someone had suffered for his folly.
There's a grateful smile that breaks over his face at the offer. He wouldn't mind a little pampering but it doesn't seem right to ask for it after all the trouble he's caused. "Please?" He doesn't want to break the hug either, so instead he dives in for Drift's mouth, going for that kiss that he resisted earlier.
He doesn't want to break the kiss either, but perhaps they can pick back up later, when he's more...limber.
"What about whatever is in the cave? I would...hope that they'd warn us about that, like they do the Badlands."
His spark sings at Drift's reply, but Wing shakes his helm at the mere notion of being separated. "No. I don't want that either. What-whatever happens, wherever we go, I want us to be together." He should be letting go so Drift can get to his wings with the oil, but he can't pull away just yet. His hands trail down the grounder's arms to tangle with his fingers, pressing the crest of his helm against Drift's. "Even if everything about our future is uncertain, I want that to be constant. Always."
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There's a grateful smile that breaks over his face at the offer. He wouldn't mind a little pampering but it doesn't seem right to ask for it after all the trouble he's caused. "Please?" He doesn't want to break the hug either, so instead he dives in for Drift's mouth, going for that kiss that he resisted earlier.
He doesn't want to break the kiss either, but perhaps they can pick back up later, when he's more...limber.
"What about whatever is in the cave? I would...hope that they'd warn us about that, like they do the Badlands."
His spark sings at Drift's reply, but Wing shakes his helm at the mere notion of being separated. "No. I don't want that either. What-whatever happens, wherever we go, I want us to be together." He should be letting go so Drift can get to his wings with the oil, but he can't pull away just yet. His hands trail down the grounder's arms to tangle with his fingers, pressing the crest of his helm against Drift's. "Even if everything about our future is uncertain, I want that to be constant. Always."