[ The look on Megatron's face is nothing short of stricken. It had been a comforting, easy lie to say that if he said nothing, it would be easier. To have Drift come out like this, to tell him that this lie was what it was--it hurts. The dagger twists into his spark.
Can he not even have that comfort in this interminable hell? ]
I've always been good at deceiving myself.
[ The words are low and sullen. Anger mingled with an unspeakable grief for all the might-have-beens and maybes that he had let pass him in his life in his pursuit of so many goals. As Drift lets out that sound of pure, unhappy anguish and grief Megatron finds himself unsure of what to do. He's not a touchy person, never been to offer a hug even in intimate moments. This...
This is awful. He feels sick and torn up inside, worse than normal. Trying to do something he grips Drift's shoulder and squeezes, trying to impart some small form of support as the bereaved mech lets out everything he's been holding in. ]
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Can he not even have that comfort in this interminable hell? ]
I've always been good at deceiving myself.
[ The words are low and sullen. Anger mingled with an unspeakable grief for all the might-have-beens and maybes that he had let pass him in his life in his pursuit of so many goals. As Drift lets out that sound of pure, unhappy anguish and grief Megatron finds himself unsure of what to do. He's not a touchy person, never been to offer a hug even in intimate moments. This...
This is awful. He feels sick and torn up inside, worse than normal. Trying to do something he grips Drift's shoulder and squeezes, trying to impart some small form of support as the bereaved mech lets out everything he's been holding in. ]