[ Contending with the still-raw ache of being ripped sideways through the universe (somehow, this had to stop happening) fresh off a funeral, Drift now had to process Megatron being in the same boat. On the one hand, his former leader was more than equipped to take care of himself. On the other, it would be shockingly hypocritical of him. Drift still carried a lot of unconfronted resentment and uncertainty for all his talk about inner peace and positivity. About Megatron, about himself, and about how they twisted once noble ideals. Several centuries apart wasn't going to fix that, not with how long-lived they were.
Drift sighed, allowing himself to be momentarily exasperated by what fate had dealt him before crouching down beside Megatron. Whatever novelty was to be found in the same size took a back seat as Drift gave the room a cursory inspection. They should speak privately, just in case.
Taking Megatron's other hand, he slotted two fingers between the other mech's and started a series of taps and subtle wrist movements. Drift had kept up with his own chirolinguistics, but he was confident Megatron wouldn't be too rusty. After all, Megatron was the one who taught him how to speak hand.
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Drift sighed, allowing himself to be momentarily exasperated by what fate had dealt him before crouching down beside Megatron. Whatever novelty was to be found in the same size took a back seat as Drift gave the room a cursory inspection. They should speak privately, just in case.
Taking Megatron's other hand, he slotted two fingers between the other mech's and started a series of taps and subtle wrist movements. Drift had kept up with his own chirolinguistics, but he was confident Megatron wouldn't be too rusty. After all, Megatron was the one who taught him how to speak hand.
Have any strange dreams lately? ]