[ Another chuckle, even if the circumstances were less than ideal, Drift had always been one of the few people who found Rodimus's pouting endearing. Those bursts of emotion were reminders that his fiery, indomitable nature hadn't been snuffed out in the years after the Lost Light. Positive or negative, Drift just wanted to know that his friend could still feel.
Sitting together on the rooftop above this artificial Cybertron, limbs interlocked as they reestablish their bond with every touch that intensifies with every brush along the seams of their plating. At some point, Drift slid up onto his knees and leaned against Rodimus until they were flush chest to chest. The intent was clear, but Drift still murmured ] Do you want to merge?
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Sitting together on the rooftop above this artificial Cybertron, limbs interlocked as they reestablish their bond with every touch that intensifies with every brush along the seams of their plating. At some point, Drift slid up onto his knees and leaned against Rodimus until they were flush chest to chest. The intent was clear, but Drift still murmured ] Do you want to merge?