It's almost like a point of solidity, grounding each other here in this storm of the unknown. At least that's how Drift sees it, and he lingers in the hug for an extra moment, trying to memorize the sound of Wing's systems and the unique smell of the oil he uses.

And then Drift pulls away with a nervous laugh, realizing how creepy he's probably being. "Sorry. It's. uh. been a long time for me. THAT IS. SinceIlastsawyou, I mean..."

Yeah. Drift is a smooth operator all right.

"I have you to thank for that. You changed everything." It's totally inadequate as thank yous go. But hey, he's gotta start somewhere.