Drift would gladly make up for anything later if it meant he got to touch Wing more. He was fairly shameless like that.

"I'm sure they think they have good reasons. Until we know what those are, we won't ever learn the truth."

And Drift knows that weaseling good information and being diplomatic and tactful are...totally not in his skillset.

He gives up the oil rubbing, as Wing hugs him, feeling the jet's need, and his own want to be strong for him, like a throb in his throat. "I-I can stay here tonight. If you want." Or, you know, forever.