"Who," he corrects - hand once again going to grab at Magnus' arm out of concern. "Are you okay? Seriously, Magnus, there's no way you'd forget who Drift is. Unless this is one of those weird time things and you haven't met any of us yet."

Wait, does that mean-- he frowns again, brow furrowing. He doesn't want to lose Magnus, one of the few people he relies on more than he really ever realizes he does until he doesn't have it any more. But the more he looks, the more he sees that don't fit with his Ultra Magnus.

"Do you have a mustache? Not..." he gestures at Magnus vainly. "But the you underneath?"