There's a lot of that wandering into the shade in Drift's life. Though when he has to stop and count his blessings, he's glad every time it's not as deep as before. Progress....?? And he hopes, silently, that he's earned a reward too, despite all that. Maybe that's why he's here and not floating in space alone?

Drift laughs; Wing's exuberance is catching. "If I had weather control, I'd make it rain for you right now." And not just to see Wing in an outdoor washrack. Just because seeing the jet happy, being the one to make him so, is something he's dreamed about for ages.

But wow, that was kind of a schmoopey thing to say. His bright smile turns a little shy. "That works for me. I'll be right on time." He wouldn't miss a moment of this, rain or not.