Drift can feel his spark flare warmly in his chest at that smile, but it's the arm wrapped around him that brightens his smile. It's nice just to be touched like this. It's a connection Drift treasures.

"I have to say, I'm impressed." Drift's hands settle at Rodimus' hips, one thumb absently brushing over the edge of the plating. "You had the right idea here. I think everyone really needed something like this."

He casts his gaze downward, seeming to notice the freshly welded badge on Rodimus' chest, and his optics brighten a shade. "Rodimus..."