Yes and it's a little blinding sometimes, though really, he'd have it no other way. Sometimes the world had to be washed clean of a dark perspective like that. And well if that light includes Wing, all the more stunning.

Drift agrees, his world needs more laughter in it. And more Wing. They kind of go together he notices.

And Drift feels it too, almost like a gentle, localized gravity drawing them together. Uncertain if he's wanted but more unwilling to resist, he closes the distance a little further, hands reaching out to give each of Wing's a squeeze. "I'm looking forward to it."

He's rather forgotten about the dire portents that send them out there as of this moment. Not standing here with Wing in the fresh air with sunlight falling on them both like the fuel of freedom.