[ As Drift slumps against him, Megatron stiffens a little. He hasn't been this close to Drift in what feels like aeons and it feels almost wrong in a way. And yet he needs comfort, for all that Megatron feels inadequate in providing such things. And so an arm is wrapped around Drift to help hold him up. Megatron simply does what he can--he stands firm and steady, immovable, and lets the waves of Drift's grief crash upon him.
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It's the least he can do for an old comrade. ]