The warm affirmative is everything Drift needs. He'll take that and keep it close in lieu of that warmth of Wing;s plating under his hands, the fuzzy tingle of built up charge under the flight panels he longs to be able to touch.

"The stars," He flashes a timid grin, "That'll be a first. Something to look forward to."

It's the only way Drift can break away. It feels like he should do more though, the mood wanting for something that he's too shy, too uncertain to attempt, so he gives Wing's arms a squeeze before he goes. "Sooner we get going, the sooner evening comes."