Drift reaches down to wrap his hand around Rodimus' arm, to help him to his feet -- and then relief washes over him, too, flooding his tanks cold just to look at Rodimus and see him safe, and Drift pulls Rodimus all the way to his feet in one smooth motion, his other arm slinging low around Rodimus' back to support him, pulling him in against Drift. Something flickers in his optics; the impulse strikes him and, more naturally than he's ever managed before, he simply moves with it. He presses his mouth to Rodimus', optics shuttering closed for a few blissful moments as he kisses Rodimus warmly. He pulls back with optics set to a dim glow, looking surprised at himself but still warm all the same.

"Rodimus," he says falteringly, but he doesn't let go.