If you're so terribly old then all the more reason for me to be your personal chauffeur. [ Drift winks impishly and conveniencely pretended that cracks at Ratchet's age didn't make his spark twist with a sting that lingered.

That pain abated when Ratchet gave an invitation about as tantilizing as if Drift had offered to punch him in the face. All Drift could do was huff with feigned indignance and roll his eyes hard enough to fall out of his helm ]

First you bring negative energy into our space by looking at my crystal collection like they personally insulted you, then you make the sweeping romantic gesture of waving me over with all the excitement of a wet rag.

[ A broad smile brightened across Drift's face as he moved into Ratchet's arms. ] I love you so much, it's not even funny.

[ Then he kissed Ratchet deeply like he should have done the moment he saw him. ]