All this time it's been the best, the closest, way to keep Wing alive in Drift's life, to do homage after the fact when he failed so utterly to do so while the jet was alive. So knowing that it shows, that it comes out in his forms, would be a relief. An unerring sign that he'd grown since then.

And the wattage of Wing's smile is indeed reflected back at the jet, that warmth something that would never fail to sooth a weary spark. It can't entirely dispel Drift's worry though, and a hand rises to rub at the cables of his wrist, nervous. "No, no. I...." He ex-vents a preparatory sigh. "This is exactly where I want to be. I just... Can I ask you a question?"

Start small right? But looking into those optics the glow like sunlight is hard, Drift never wants to see them dimmed again. But that's why he's doing this right? Make the painful hurdle so the future can be brighter? Make it so.