[ Megatron's optics widened a little at the sight of Drift's bared teeth. It was a state that Megatron hadn't seen him in for aeons. Even in the dreamscape, it seems almost unreal. He shifts his weight back against the edge of the bar behind him, a hand still steadying the other mech. ]
Drift? Drift, are you...?
[ Of course he's not alright, but what else is he supposed to ask in this situation. ]
What do you need?
[ Asked softer, as if Megatron could really give him anything other than temporary comfort. ]
no subject
Drift? Drift, are you...?
[ Of course he's not alright, but what else is he supposed to ask in this situation. ]
What do you need?
[ Asked softer, as if Megatron could really give him anything other than temporary comfort. ]