[Drift can't tell if he's hit a nerve or not; though that's not even his intent. Megatron certainly has though.
He flinches back as if struck, hands clenching into fists to still their quivering, and finally he looks away, face hard but frozen in lines of pain and confusion. He'd never called it that before, love, feeling somehow foolish for being so attached to a mech that was gone. But Wing isn't gone, Wing's here and can't he...can't he at least chase those feelings? Discover what they might become?
In the end he can't answer, processor too clouded with emotion.]
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He flinches back as if struck, hands clenching into fists to still their quivering, and finally he looks away, face hard but frozen in lines of pain and confusion. He'd never called it that before, love, feeling somehow foolish for being so attached to a mech that was gone. But Wing isn't gone, Wing's here and can't he...can't he at least chase those feelings? Discover what they might become?
In the end he can't answer, processor too clouded with emotion.]